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INTRODUCTION. 

INasmuch  as  it  hath  pleafed  the  moft  liigh  GOD> 
to  enlarge  the  Place  cf  our  Tent,  and  the 
Curtains  of  ourHabitation  ;  itjbehoveth  us  to  ren- 
der thanks,  and  praife,  to  that  beneficient  Being  in 
whofe  Hands  is  the  Life  and  Breath  of  all  tilings  : 
and,  who  doth  acording  to  his  will  in  the  ar- 
my of  heaven,  and  among  the  Inhabitants  of 
the  Earth,  and  none  can  flay  his  Hand,  nor  fay 
unto  him  what  doelt  thou.  Tho'  the  Heaven  is 
his  Throne,  and  the  earth  is  his  Footftool,  yet 
unto  Man  he  faith,  "whofb  offereth  Praife  glo- 
Hfieth  me  ;  and  to  him  that  crdereth  his  Conver- 
fation  aright,  will  I  mew  the  Salvation  of  the  Lord. 
Let  us  therefore  ferve  the  Lord  with  GJadnefs, 
and  come  before  his  Prefcnce  with  Singing.  En- 
ter into  his  Gates  with  Thanksgiving,  and  into 
his  Courts  with  Praife.  Pfalm  50.23.  and  Pfalm 
100   2    4. 


PREFACE 


D  Early  beloved  Brethren,  and  fellow  Heirs  of 
the  Grace  of  God  ;  the  Apoftle  exhorts  us, 
"to  let  theWord  of  Chriit  dwell  in  us,  richly  in  all 
Wisdom,  Teaching,  and  Admoniihing  one  another 
in  Pfalms  and  Hymns,  and  fpiritual  Songs, 
fmging  with  Grace  in  your  Hearts,  unto  the  Lord. 
You  are  therefore  here  prefented  with  a  Choice 
Collection  of  HYMN's,  of  the  mcft  approved  Au- 
thors, fuitable  to  almoft  every  Circumflance  of 
Life, which  we  are  call'd  to  pafs  through,  and  cor- 
responding with  the  Tenor  of  the  Gofpel,  and 
adapted  to  commemorate  the  Birth,  Life,  Death, 
Refurec'lion  and  Afcention  of  our  Saviour,  and  his 
Seffion  at  Gods  Right  Hand,  and  his  Interceihon 
there  ;  the  Commiifion  of  the  A  ponies  on  Baptifm, 
and  the  Lords  Supper,  and  the  fecond  Coming  of 
Chrift,  without  Sin  unto  Salvation. 

My  Brethren,  in  the  Performance  of  this  noble 
Part  of  Worfhip,  we  Should  have  onr  Minds 
devoutly  fix'd  on  God,  who  heareth  Prayer,  and 
inhabiteth  the  Praifes  of  Ifrael  ;  not  railing  our 
Voices  only,  but  endeavouring  to  ling  with  the 
Spirit,  and  with  the  Undcrftanding  alfo  :  leil  we 
be  found  among  the  Number  of  them  over  whom 
God  laments,  laying  :  This  People  draw  near  to 
me  with  their  Mouths,  and  with  their  Lips  do  ho- 
nour me,  but  their  Hearts  have  they  removed 
far  from  me,  and  their  Fear  toward  me  is  taught 
by  the  Precept  of  Men.     Let  us  therefore  ftrive 

to 


PREFACE; 

to  offer  in  an  acceptable  Manner,  the  Sacrifice  of 
Praife  to  God  continually,  that  is  the  Fruit  of 
our  Lips,  giving  Thanks  to  his  Name. 

The  Reafon  for  printing  this  Hymn  Book  is  : 
becauie  of  the  Inconvenience  arifing  from  having 
feveral  Sorts  of  Hymn  Books  in  Meeting  at  once, 
it  was  therefore  thought  prudent  to  remove  this 
Inconvenience,  by  collecting  the  moft  approved 
Hymns,  of  the  feveral  Books,  and  reducing  them 
into  One  fmall  Octavo,  with  a  complete  Index, 
which  is  wanting  in  the  Hymn  Book  which  "we 
have  latterly  ufed ;  altho  it  was  otherwife  tru- 
ly excellent. 

Dearly  beloved,  let  us  be  encouraged  to  look 
forward,  to  that  happy  Period,  when  "all  the  Kings 
of  the  Earth  fhall  praife  the  Lord";  when  they 
fhall  hear  the  Words  of  his  Mouth,  yea,  they  fhall 
fing  in  the  Ways  of  the  Lord,  for  great  is  the 
Glory  of  the  Lord.  When  he  mall  turn  to  the 
People  a  pure  Language,  and  they  fhall  ferve  Him 
with  one  Confent.  when  they  fhall  come  and  fing 
in  the  Heights  of  Zion  ;  and  flow  together,  to  the 
GooJnefs  of  the  Lord.  Under  thefe  Confidera- 
tions  ami  cheering  Reflections  we  may  freely  fay 
with  David  :  "Let  every  Thing  that  hath  Breath 
praife  JEHOVAH.    Hallelujah  ! 

Germantown,  May   18.   1791* 


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HYMN    I. 

The  Khigdom  of  God  not  in  Word  but  hi  Power, 

1.  A     Form  of  Words,  tho'  e'er  fb  found, 
J-~\.  Can  never  fave  a  Soul  ; 

The  Holy  Ghoft  mult  give  the  Wound, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

2.  Tho'  God's  Election  is  a  Truth, 

Small  Comfort  there  I  fee, 
Till  I  am  told  by  God's  own  Mouthy 
That  he  has  chofen  m  e. 

2.  Sinners,  I  read,  are  juftify'd 
By  Faith  in  J  E  s  u  's  Blood  : 
But  when  to  m  e  that  Blood's   apply'd, 
'Tis  then  it  does  me  good. 

jL  To  Perfeverance  I  agree, 

A  The 


C     2     ) 

The  Thing  to  me  is  clear, 
Becaufe  the  Lord  has  promis'cl  me. 
That  I  mall  perfevere. 

j.  Imputed  Righteousnefs   I  own 
A  Dodtrine  moft  divine  ; 
For  Jefus  to  my  Heart  makes  known 
That  all  his  Merit's  mine. 

6.  That  Chrift  is  God  I  can  avouch  ; 

And  for  his  People  cares, 
Since  I  have  pray'd  to  him  as  fuch, 
And  he  has  heard  my  Pray'rs. 

7.  That  Sinners  black  as  Hell,  by  Chrin: 

Are  fav'd,  I  know  full  well: 
For  I  his  Mercy  have   not  mils' d  ; 
And  I  am  black  as  Hell. 

8.  Thus  Chriflians  glorify  the  Lord, 

His  Spirit  joins  with  ours, 

In  bearing  Witnefs  to  his  Word, 

With  all  it's  faving  Pow'rs. 

HYMN    II. 

A  Funeral  Hymn  for  a  Believer. 
H  !  lovely  Appearance  of  Death, 


I.  AH! 
I\  N 


lo  Sight  upon  Earth  is  fo  fair  ; 
Mot  all  the  gay  Pageants  that  breathe, 
Can  with  a  dead  Body  compare. 

2.  With  folemn  Delight  I  furvey 

The  Corps,  when  the  Spirit  is  fied, 
In  Love  with  the  beautiful    Clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  his  ftead. 

3.  How  bleft  is  our  Brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burthen  his  Mind  i 
How  eafy  the  Soul,  that  hath  left 

This 


C    3    ) 

This  wearifome  Body  behind  ! 

4.  Of  Evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  Relicts  with  Envy  I  fee  ; 
No  longer  in  Mifery  now, 
No  longer  a  Sinner  like  me. 

5.  This  Earth  is  affected  no  more, 

With  Sicknefs,  or  fhaken  with  Pain  ; 
The  War  in  the  Members  is  o'er, 
And  never  fhall  vex  him  again. 

6.  No  Anger  henceforward,  or  Shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  Clay  : 
Extinct  is  the  Animal  Flame, 
And  Paffion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

7.  This  languifhing  Head  is  at  reft, 

Its  Thinking  and  Aching  are  o'er  ; 
This  quiet  immoveable  Breait 
Is  heav'd  by  Affliction  no  more. 

8.  This  Heart  is  no  longer  the  Seat 

Of  Trouble  and  torturing  Pain  ; 
It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  ihall  nutter  again-. 

9.  The  Lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe. 

By  Sorrow  forbidden  to  fleep> 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  Repofe, 

Have  ftrangely  forgotten  to  weep. 

f  o.  The  Fountains  can  yield  no  Supplies, 
Thefe  Hollows  from  Waters  are  free  • 
The  Tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  Eyes^ 
And  Evil  they  never  ihall  fee. 

1 1 .  To  mourn  and  to  fuffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  Prifon  I  breathe  % 
$nd  ftill  for  Deliverance  pine. 

A  2  And 


C    4    ) 

And  prefs  to   the  Ifiues  of  Death. 

12.  What  now  with  my  Tears  I  bedew, 
O  might  I  this  Moment  become, 
My  Spirit  created  anew, 

My  Flefh  be  confign'd  to  the  Tomb  ! 


H  Y   M   N    III. 

LAS,  my  God,  that  thou  mould  be 
To  me  fo  much  unknown  ! 
I  long  to  walk  and  talk  with  Thee, 
And  dwell  before  thy  Throne. 


'•A 


2.  Thou  know'ft,  my  Soul  doth  dearly  love 

The  Place   of  thine  Abode  ; 
No  Muiic   gives  fo   fweet  a  Sound, 
As  thefe  two  Words,    My  Cod. 

3.  I  long  not  for  the  Fruit  that  grows 

Within  thefe  Gardens  here  ; 
I   find  no  Sweetnefs  in  their  Rofe 
When  Jefus  is  not  near. 

4.  Thy  gracious  Prefence,  O  my  Chrift, 

Can  make  a  Paradife  ; 
Ah,  what  are  all  the   goodly  Pearls, 
Unto  this  Pearl  of  Price  ? 

5.  Give  me  that  fweet  Communion,  Lord, 

Thy  people  have  with  thee  ; 
Thy  Spirit  daily  talks  with  Them, 
O  let  it  talk  with  me. 

6.  Like  Enoch  let  me  walk  with  God, 

And  thus  walk  out  my  Day, 
Attended  with  the  heav'nly  Guards, 
Upon  the   Kings  High  Way. 

7.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord  ? 

O 


C    ?    ) 

0  come,  my  Lord,  moft  dear  ; 
Come  near,  come  nearer  nearer  {Hll ; 

I'm  well  when  thou  art  near. 

8.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me,  Lord  r 

1  languifh  for  thy  Sight  ; 

Ten  thoufand  Suns,  if  thou  art  ftrange, 
Are  Shades  inftead  of  Light. 

9.  When  wilt  thou  come  unto  me  Lord  ? 

for  till  thou  doll  apear, 
I  count  each  Moment  for  a  Day, 
Each  Minute  for  a  Year. 

10.  Come,  Lord,  and  never  from  me  go, 

This  World's    a  darkfom  Place  ; 
I  find  no    Pleafure  here  below, 
Wlien  thou  doft  veil  thy  Face. 

11.  There's  no  fuch  Thing  as  Pleafure  here, 

My  Jefus  is  my   All  ; 
As  thou  doft  fhine,  or  difappear, 
My  pleafures  rife  and  fall. 

12.  Come,  fpread  thy  Savour  on  my  Frame, 
No   Sweetnefs  is  fo  fweet   ; 

Till  I  get  up  to  ring  thy  Name, 
Where  all  thy  Singers  meet. 

H   Y  INI  N    IV. 

Godly  Sorrow  arifing  from  the  Sufferings  o/"Chrift. 

I.   ALAS  !   and  did  my   Saviour   bleed  ! 
J\  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote   that   facred   Head 
For  fuch  a  Worm  as  I  ? 

[2.  Thy  Body  flain  fweet  Jefus   thine, 
And  bath'd   in  its  own  Blood, 
While  all  expos' d  to  Wrath  divine, 

A  3  The 


C    6     ) 

The  glorious  Suff'rer  flood  !  ] 

5.  Was  it  for  Crimes  that  I  had  done, 
He  groan '&  upon  the   Tree  ? 
Amazing  Pity  !  Grace  unknown  ! 
And  Love  beyond  degree  ! 

4.  well  might  the   Sun  in   Darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his   Glories  in, 
When  GOD  the   Mighty  Maker  dy'd 
For  Man  the  Creature's  Sin. 

5.  Thus  might  I  hide  my  bluming  Face, 

While  his    dear  Crofs  apears, 
Difolve  my  Heart   in  Thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  Eyes  to  Tears. 

6.  But  Drops   of  grief  can  ne'er   repay 

The   Debt  of  Love  we   owe  ; 
Here  Lord,   I   give  my  felf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

II   Y  M   N     V. 

UNBELIEF. 

1 .  A  LL  you  that  love  the  Lord  draw  near, 
jt\  To  my  Complaint  pray  lend  an  Ear, 
And  help  me  to  condole  my  Grief, 

For  I'm  diftreft  by  Unbelief. 

2.  Sometimes  I'm  fuch  a  ftupid   Clod 

I  doubt  the  exidence  of  a  GOD; 
But  ftill  his  Terrors  work  my  Grief. 
While  Hope  is  drown' d  in  Unbelief. 

3.  When  thus  I'm  fore  diftreft  all  day, 

When  evening  comes  I  fain  would   pray. 
And  beg  for  Pardon,   and  Relief; 

But  there's  no  GOD:   "fays  Unbelief. 

4.  But  who  did  all  things  full   create  f 

Was 


C     7    ) 

Was  it  not  GOD,  the  Wife  and  Great  .? 
While  thus  I  would  aflwage   my  Grief, 
You  have  no  Soul :"  fays  Unbelief. 

>-.  But  then  I  make  this  quick  Reply, 
What  makes  me  then  afraid  to  die, 

And  after  Death  to  dread  the  Grief 
Which  I  nraft  have   for  Unbelief  ? 

6.  Befides  the  SAVIOUR  came  to  die, 

The  Souls  of  Men  to  purify  ; 
Which  clearly  proves  for  our  Relief, 
That  Men  have  Souls,   O    Unbelief! 

7.  Bleft  be  my  GOD,   that  now  I  fee 

That  JESUS  gave  himfelf  for  me  ; 
I'll  praife   his  Name,   who  bore  my  Grief, 
And  faves  my  Soul   from  Unbelief. 

H  Y  M  N    VI. 

Christ     crucified. 

I-     ALL  ye   that   pais   by, 
I\-  To    Jefus    draw   nigh, 
To  you   is   it   nothing   that    Jeuis  mould  die  I 

2.  Your  Ranfom   and   Peace, 
Your    Surety    he  is  ; 

Come  fee  if  there  ever   was  Sorrow  like  his, 

3.  For  what  you  have  done, 
His  Blood   doth  attone  ; 

The  Father  hath  punim'd  for  you  his  dear  Son. 

4.  The  Lord   in  the    Day 
Of  Anger  did   lay 

Your  Shis  on  the  Lamb,  and  he -bore  them  array. 

5.  He    anfwer'd  for   All ; 
Oh,  come,    at   his  Call, 

And  low   at  Ids  Crofs  with  Aftoniihment  Fall, 
A  4  6.  For 


C    8    ) 

6.  For  you,  and  for  me, 
He  pray'd  on  the   Tree  ; 

The  Pray'r*  is  accepted,  the  Sinner  is  free. 

7.  That  Sinner   am   I, 
Who   on  Chrifh   rely, 

And  come  for  the  Pardon   God  wiU  not   deny. 

8.  My  Pardon   I    claim, 
A    Sinner  I   am, 

A   Sinner  believing  in   Jefus's  Name. 

9.  He  gives   me   the  Grace, 
Which  now  I  embrace  ; 

Oh,  father,  thou  knoweft  he  dy'd  in   my  Place. 

10.  His  Death   is  my    Plea, 
My  Advocate   fee, 

And  hear  the  Blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfwer'd  for  me. 

11.  Acquitted  I  was 

By's   Death   on   the   Crofs  ; 
And  loling  his  Life,  he  hath  carry'd  my  Caufe*. 

H  Y  M  N    VII 

Holy    FORTITUDE. 

1.  A    M   I    a  Soldier   of  the   Crofs  ? 
l\.  A  follower   of  the    Lamb  ? 

And   mall   I   fear   to    own   his   Caufe  ? 
Or   brufh   to    fpeak   his    Name  ? 

2.  Muft    I   be   carry'd   to   the  Skies, 

On   flow'ry  Beds   of  Eafe  ? 
While   others  fought   to    win  the  Prize, 
And  fail'd   through   bloody   Seas  ? 

5.  Are   there   no    Foes   for   me  to    face  ? 
Midi  I   not    ftem    the    Flood  ? 
Is   this  vile  World   a  Friend   to  Grace, 
To  help  me   on   to   God  ? 

4.  Sure 


C    9     ) 

4.  Sure  I  muft  fight   if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increafe  my  Courage   Lord  : 
I'll  bear   the    Toil,  endure   the  Pain, 
Supported  by  thy  Word. 

5.  Thy   Saints   in   all  this   glorious  War, 

Shall  conquer  though   they   die  ; 
They  fee  the  Triumph   from    afar, 
And   feize  it   with   their   Eye. 

6.  When  that  illuftrious   Day  mail   rife. 

And  all  thine    Annies   mine, 
In  Robes  of  VicVry  through  the  Skies, 
The   Glory  mall  be  thine. 

HYMN    VIII. 

Triumph  over  Death,  hi  Hope  of  the  Refurettion 
N  D  muft   this    Body  die  ? 


'■A 


This   mortal   Frame    decay  ? 
And  muft   thefe  active   Limbs  of   mine 
Lie   mould'ring   in  the   Clay  ? 

2.  Corruption,  Earth   and   Worms, 

Shall  but   refine    this    Fleih, 
Till   my   triumphant  Spirit   comes 
To  put   it   on   afreih. 

3.  God   my    Redeemer   lives, 

And   often    from   the   Skies 
Looks    down,  and  watches   all   my   Duft, 
Till  he   mall  bid  it   rife. 

4.  Array'd   in   glorious   Grace 

Shall  thefe   vile    Bodies   mine, 
And   ev'ry  Shape,  and   ev'ry  Face, 
Look  heav'nly    and   divine. 

f .  Thefe  lovely    Hopes   we  owe 

A    5  To 


C   10  ; 

To  Jems'  dying  Love  ; 
We    would   adore   his   Grace   below, 
And   fing  his   Pow'r   above. 

6.  Dear   Lord,  accept  the   Praife 
Of  thefe   our   humble   Songs, 
Till  Times   of  nobler   Sound  we   raife 
With   our   immortal   Tongues. 

HYMN    IX. 

For  N<nu   Year's   Day, 

1.  AND  now   my   Soul,  another  Year 
1\.  Of  thy   dhort    Life   is   paft  j 

I   cannot   long   continue   here, 
And   this   may  be   my   laft. 

2.  Much   of  my   dubious   Life    is  gone, 

Nor   will   return    again  ; 
And   fwift   my   palling   Moments  run, 
The  few   that   yet  remain. 

3.  Awake,  my  foul,  with   utmoft:  Care 

Thy  true    Condition   learn  ; 
What   are   thy   Hopes,  how   lure,  how  fair, 
And  what  thy    great  Concern  ! 

4.  Now  a  new    Scene    of  Time   begins, 

Set  out   afrefli  for   Heav'n  >• 
Seek  Pardon   for   thy   former   Sins, 
In  Chrift   fo   freely   giv'n. 

<.  Devoutly   yield   thyfelf  to    Cod, 
And   on   his   Grace    depend  ; 
With   Zeal   purfue  the   heav'nly  Road, 
Nor   doubt   a   happy    End. 

H  Y  M  K     X. 

N  D  why,  dear   Sav'our,  tell   me   why, 
Thou  thus  woidd'ft  fuffer,  bleed  and  die  r 

what 


'A 


C    ii    ) 

What   mighty  Motives   could   thee   move? 
The   Motive's  plain,  'twas    all  for   Love. 

2.  For  Love  of  whom  ?  Of  Sinners  bafe, 
A   hardened   Herd,  a   Rebel   Race  ; 

That   mock'd    and    trampled   on   thy    Blood, 
And  wanton'd  with  the    Wounds  of  God. 

3.  When  Rocks  and  Mountains  rent  with   Dread, 
And   gaping   Graves   gave   up   their   Dead  : 
When  the  fair  Sun  withdrew  his  Light, 

And   hid   his   Head   to   fhun   the    Sight, 

4.  Then   flood    the   Wretch   of  human   Race, 
And  rais'd   his  Head   and   fhew'd   his    Face, 
Gaz'd   unconcern'd,   when  Nature   fail'd  ; 
And  fcolf'd,  and  fneer'd,  and  curs'd  and  rail'd. 

5.  Harder  than  Rocks  and  Mountains  are, 
More  dull  than  Dirt  or  Earth  by  far, 

Man  view'd  unmov'd  thy  Blood's  rich  Stream, 
Nor   ever   dream'd   it  flow'd   for   him. 

6.  Such   was   that   Race   of  finful   Men, 
That   gain'd   that   great   Salvation  then  ; 
Such   and    fuch  only  ftill   we   fee  ; 
Such   they   were   all,  and  fuch   are  we. 

7.  The  Jews  with  Thorns  his  Temples  crown'd, 
And  lafh'd  him  when  his  Hands  were  bound  ; 
But  Thorns,  and  knotted  Whips,  and  Bands, 
By   us   were   furnifh'd   to   their   Hands. 

8.  They  nail'd  him   to   th'    accurfed    Tree  ; 
They   did,  my    Brethren,  fo   did   we  ; 
The   Soldier   pierc'd   his   Side,  'tis   true, 

But  we  have  pierc'd  him  through  and  through. 

9.  Oh   Love  of  unexampled   Kind  ! 

That  leaves   all   Thought   fo   far  behind, 

Where 


C      12     ) 

Where  Length,  and  Breadth,  &  Depth,  and  Height: 
Are   loft   to   my   aftonifh'd   Sight. 

io.  For  Love   of  me  the   Son   of  God 
Drain'd  ev'ry    Drop   of  vital   Blood  ; 
Long   Time   I   after   Idols  ran, 

But  now  my   God's   a  martyr'd   Man. 

H  Y  M  N     XI. 

1.  A    RISE,0   King  of  Grace,  arife, 
-fx.  And   enter  to   thy  Reft  ; 

Lo   thy   Church   waits   with   longing   Eyes, 
Thus   to   be   own'd    and   bleft. 

2.  Enter  with   all   thy   glorious   Train, 

Thy   Spirit   and   thy   Word  ; 
All   that   the   Ark   did   once    contain 
Could   no   fuch   Grace   afford. 

3.  Here   mighty   God,  accept   our  Vows, 

Here   let   thy   Praife   be   fpread, 

Blefs   thel  Provifions   of  thy   Houfe, 

And  fill   thy    Poor   with   Bread. 

4.  Here   let   the   Son    of  David   reign, 

Let   God's  Anointed   mine  ; 
Juftice   and   Truth   his   Court   maintain, 
With    Love   and   Pow'r   divine. 

5.  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  Throne, 

And  as   his  Kingdom  grows, 
Frefh   Honours   mall   adorn   his   Crown, 
And  Shame   confound   his    Foes. 

HYMN     XII. 

I,     A  RISE,  my  tend'reft   Thoughts  arife, 
-/a.  To  torrents   melt   my   dreaming  Eyes  ! 
And   thou   my   Heart   with  Anguifli  feel, 
Thofe    Evils  which  thou   can'ft   not  heal. 

2.  See 


C    i3    ) 

2.  See  human  Nature   funk  in  Shame  ! 

See    Scandal  pour'd   on    Jefu's   Name  ! 
The    Father   wounded   through  the   Son  ! 
The   World    abus'd,  the    Soul   undone  ! 

3.  See   the   fliort   Courfe    of  vain  Delight 

Clofing   in  long  and  dreadful  Night  I 
In  Flames  that  no  Abatement  know, 
The  briny    Tears  for  Ages  flow. 

4.  My   God  I  feel   the   mournful  Scene  ? 

My  Bowels   yearn   o'er  dying  Men  ; 
And  fain  my  Pity  would  reclaim, 

And  fnatch   the  Fire-brands  from  the  Flame, 

5.  But  feeble  my  Companion  proves, 

And  can  but  weep  where  moft  it  loves  ; 
Thine    own  all  faving  Arm  employ, 
And  turn  thefe  Drops  of  Grief  to  Joy. 

HYMN     XIIL 

1.  AWAKE,  and  fmg  the  fong 
•l±  Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb, 

Wake  every  Heart  and  ev'ry  Tongue^ 
To  praife  the  Saviour's  Name. 

2.  Sing  of  his  dying  Love, 

Sing  of  his  riling  Pow'r, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  thofe  whofe  Sins  he  bore. 

3.  Sing  till  we  feel  our  Hearts 

Afcending  with  our  Tongues, 

Sing  till  the  love  of  Sin   departs, 

And  grace  infpires  our  Songs. 

4.  Sing  on  your  Heav'nly  Way, 

Ye  ranfom'd  Sinners  fing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  Day, 
In  Chrift  th'   eternal  King. 

'      6.  Sing 


C    u   ) 

£.  Sing  till  you  hear  Chrift  fay, 
Your  Sins  are  ail  ^forgiv'n ; 
Sing  on  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 
Till  we  all  meet  in  Heav'n. 

6.  Soon  fhall  ye  hear  Chrift  fay, 

«  Ye  bleffed  Children  come ;  " 

Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  his  Wand'rers  home. 

HYMN     XIV- 

Mo  r  n  i  11  g. 

1.  A   W  A  K  E,  my  Soul,  and  with  the  Sun, 
■£*■  Thy  daily  Stage  of  Duty  run ; 

Shake  off  dull  Sloth,  and  early  rife 
To  pay  thy  morning  Sacrifice. 

2.  Redeem  thy  mis-fpent  Time  that's  pafl> 
Live  this  Day  as  if  'twere  thy  laft  ; 

T'  improve  thy  Talents  take  due  care, 
'Gainft  the  great  Day  thy  felf  prepare. 

3.  Let  all  thy  Converfe  be  fincere, 

Thy  Confcience  as  the  Noon-Day  clear  : 
Think  how  th'  all-feeing  God  thy  Ways, 
And  ev'ry  fecret  Thought  furveys. 

4.  Glory  to  God,  who  fafe  hath  kept ; 
And  hath  refrefh'd  me  while  I  flept  ; 

Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  Death  fliall  wake,- 
I  may  of  endlels  Life  partake. 

5.  Direct,  controul,  fuggeft  this  day, 
All  I  defign,  or  do,  or  fay  ; 

That  all  my  Pow'rs,  with  all  their  Might, 
In  thy  ible  Glory  may  unite. 

6.  Praife  God,  from  whom  all  Bleflings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  Creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  hoft. 

Praife 


Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

HYMN    XV. 

A  Song  of  Praife  for  the  Birth  ofChrift. 

1.  AWAY   dark  Thoughts,  awake,  my  Joy  ; 
xa  Awake,  my  Glory  ling  ; 

Sing  Songs  to  celebrate  the  Birth, 
Of  Jacob's  God  and   King. 

2.  O  happy  Night,  that  brought  forth  Light, 

Which  makes  the  Blind  to  fee  ! 
The  Day  Spring  from  on  high  came  down, 
To  chear  and  viiit  Thee. 

3.  The  wakeful  Shepherds,  near  their  Flocks, 

Were  watchful  for  the  Morn ; 
$ut  better  News  from  Heav'n  was  brought, 
iC  Your  Saviour  Chrift  is  born." 

4.  "  In  Bethle'm  Town  the  Infant  lies, 

"  Within  a  Place  obfcure." 
O  little  Bethle'm  poor  in  Walls, 
But  rich  in  Furniture  ! 

5.  Since  Heav'n  is  now  come  down  to  Earth, 

Hither  the  Angels  fly  ! 
Hark,  how  the  Heav'nly  Choir  doth  ling, 
Glory  to  Gcd  on  high! 

6.  The  News  is  fpread,  the  Church  is  glad, 

Simeon  o'ercome  with  Joy, 
Sings   with  the  Infant  in  his  Arms, 
Now  let  thy  Servant  die. 

7.  Wife  Men  from  far  beheld  the   Star, 

Which  was  their  faithful  Guide, 
Until  it  pointed  for  the  Babe, 
And  him  they  glorify 'd  ; 

S.  While  Heav'n  and  Earth  rejoice  andiing^ 

Shall 


C    iS    ) 

ShaU  we  our  Chrift  deny  ? 
He's  born,  for  us,  and  we  for  him; 
Glory  to  God  on  high  I 

HYMN      XVI. 

i.T>EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  Throne, 
JD  Ye  Nations  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he   deftroy. 

2.  His  Sov'reign  Pow'r,  without  our  Aid, 

Made  us  of  Clay,  and  form'd  us  Men. 
And  when  like  wandring  Sheep  we  itray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  Fold  again. 

3.  We'll  crow'd  thy  Gates  with  thankful  Songs, 
High  as  the  Heav'ns  our  Voices  raife  ; 

And  Earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  Tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  Courts  with  founding  Praife. 

4.  Wide  as  the  World  is  thy  Command, 

Vaft  as  Eternity  thy  Love  ; 
Firm  as  a  Rock  thy  Truth  muft  Hand, 
When  rolling  Years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

HYMN     XVII. 

The  Pharifee  and  Publican,  Luke  xviii,  10,  &c. 

j.T>  EHOLD  how  Sinners  difagree, 
£5  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ! 
One  doth  his  Righteoufhefs  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  Guilt  and  Shame, 

2.  This  Man  at  humble  Diftance  (lands, 
And  cries  for  Grace  with  lifted  Hands  ; 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  Throne, 

And  talks  of  Duties  he  has  done. 

3.  The  Lord  their  difF'rent  Language  knows 

And 


c  17  ; 

And  diiF'rent  Anfwers  lie  bellows  ; 

The  humble  Soul  with  Grace  he  crowns, 

Whilit  on  the  Proud  his  Anger  frowns* 

4.  Dear  Father  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee  ; 
I  have  no  Merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  Suit" 'rings  of  thy  Son. 

HYMN      XVIII. 

A  new  So?!g  to  the  Lamb  that  was  flab?,  Rev.  v.  6, 
7,  8,  9,  10,  12. 

I.TJEHOLD  the  Glories  of  the  Lamb 
JD  Amidft  his  Father's  Throne  ; 
Prepare  new  Honours  for  his  Name, 
And  Songs  before  unknown. 

2.  Let  Elders  Worfhip  at  his  Feet, 

The  Church  adore  around, 
With  Vials  full   of  Odours  fweet, 
And  Harps  of  fweeter  Sound. 

3.  Thofe  are  the  Prayers  of  the  Saints, 

And  thefe  the  Hymns  they  raife  : 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  Complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  Praife. 

[4.  Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 
Into  thy  feeret  Will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  fhould  take  that  Book^ 
And  open  e\  'ry  Seal  ? 

5.  He  fhall  fulfil  thy  great  Decrees, 

The  Son  deferves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his  Hand  the  Sov 'reign  Keys 
Of  Heavn,  and  Death  and  Hell.] 

6.  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  {lain 

Be  endlefs  Bleffings  paid  j 

B  Salvar 


C     18    ) 

Salvation,  Glory,  Joy  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  Head. 

7.  Thou  haft  recleem'd  our  Souls  with  Blood, 

Haft  fet  the  Pris'ners  free, 
Haft  made  us  Kings  and  Priefts  to  God, 
And  we  mall  reign  with  Thee. 

8.  The  Worlds  of  Nature  and  of  Grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  Pow'r  ; 
Then  morten  thefe  delaying  Days, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  Hour. 

H    Y    M   N     XIX. 

The  Nativity  o/Thrift,  Luke  i.  30,  &c.  Luke  iL 
10,  ire. 

I.  DEHOLD,  the  Grace  appears, 
£>  The  Promife  is  fulfill 'd  ; 
Mary  the  Wond'rous  Virgin  bears, 
And  Jefus  is  the  Child. 

[2.  The  Lord,  the  Higheft  God, 
Calls  him  his  only  Son  ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  Lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  Throne. 

3.  O'er  Jacob  fhall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  Sway  ; 
The  Nations  mail  his  Grace  obtain, 
His  Kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4.  To  bring  the  glorious  Ne\v>, 

A  heav'nly  Form  appears  ; 
He  tells  the  Shepherds  of  their  Joys, 
And  banifhes  their  Fears. 

5.  Go  humble  Swains,  faid  he, 

To  David's  City  fly, 
The  Promis'd  Infant  born  To  Day, 
Doth  in  a  Manger  lie. 

6.  with 


C    19    ) 

6.  With  Looks  and  Hearts  ferene, 

Go  vilit  Chrift.  your  King  ; 
And  ftrait  a  flaming  Troop  was  feen  ; 
The  Shepherds  heard  him  ling. 

7.  Glory  to  God  011  high, 

And  heav'nly  Peace  on  Earth, 
Good  Will  to  Men,  to  Angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  Birth. 

[8.  In  Worfhip  fo  Divine 

Let  Saints  employ  their  Tongues  ; 
With  the  Celeflial  Hoft  we  Join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  Songs. 

9.  Glory  to  God  on  High, 

And  heav'nly  Peace  on  Earth, 
Good  Will  to  Men,  to  Angels  Joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  Birth.] 

H    Y    M    N       XX. 

Love  to  Emmies  :  or,  The  Love  of  Chrift  fo  Shmers> 
typified  i?i  David. 

E  HOLD  the  Love,  the  gen'rous  Love, 
That  holy  David  mows  ; 
Hark  !  how  his  founding  Bowels  move 
To  his  afflicled  Foes  I 

2.  WThen  they  are  lick,  his  Soul  complains, 

And  feems  to  feel  the  Smart  ! 
The  Spirit  of  the  Gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  Heart, 

3.  How  did  his  flowing  Tears  condole 

As  for  a  Brother  dead  ! 
And  Falling  mortify 'd  his  Soul. 
Wliile  for  their  Life  he  pray'd. 

4.  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  Bed, 

B  2  Yet 


lB 


(     20     ) 

Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns  j 
And  double  Bleflings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5.  O  glorious  Type  of  heav'nly  Grace  ! 

Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  Sinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  Tears, 

6.  He  the  true  David,  Intel's  King, 

Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  Rebels  dead  in  Sin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  Blood. 

HYMN     XXI. 

Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church 

i.T>  EHOLD   the  fure  foundation  Stone, 

X3  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  Hopes  upon, 

And  his  eternal  Praife. 

2.  Chofen  of  God,  to  Shiners  dear, 
And  Saints  adore  the  Name, 

They  truft  their  whole  Salvation  here, 
Nor  ihall  they  fuffer  Shame. 

3.  The  foolifh  Builders,  Sciibe  and  Prieft, 
Reject  it  with  Difdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  Rock  the  Church  ihall  reft, 
And  Envy  rage  in  vain. 

4.  What  tho  the  Gates  of  Hell  withftood, 
Yet  muft  this  Building  rife  ; 

'Tis  Thy  own  Work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  Eyes. 

HYMN    XXIL 

The  reporting  Prodigal. 

I .  T>  EHOLD   the  Wretch  whofe  Luft  and  Wine 
JO  Had  wafted  Ids  Eftate,  He 


(     21     ) 

He  begs  a  Share  among  the  Swine, 
To  tafte  the  Hulks  they  eat  ! 

2  il I  die  with  Hunger  here  he  cries; 
"  I  ftarve  in  foreign  Lands  ; 
<  <  My  Father's  Houfe  has  large  Supplies, 
"  And  bounteous  are  his  Hands. 

3.  "  I'll  go  and  with  a  mournful  Tongue 

<(  Fall  down  before  his  Face  ; 
"  Father  I've  done  thy  Juftice  wrong, 
"  Nor  can  deferve  thy  Grace/' 

4.  He  faid  and  haften'd  to  his  Home, 

To  feek  his  Father's  Love  ; 
The  Father  faw  the  Rebel  come, 
And  all  his  Bowels  move. 

5.  He  ran,  and  fell  upon  his  Neck, 

Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  Son  : 
The  Rebel's  Heart  with  Sorrow  brake, 
For  Follies  he  had  done. 

6.  "  Take  off  his  Clothes  of  Shame  and  Sin," 

(The  Father  gives  Command) 
"  Drefs  him  in  Garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  Rings  adorn  his  Hand. 

7.  «  A  Day  of  feafting  I  ordain  ; 

<c  Let  Mirth  and  Joy  abound  ; 
*l  My  Son  wTas  dead,  and  lives  again, 
Was  loft,  and  now  is  found/' 

HYMN    XXIIL 

The  Pool  of  Btthefda. 

1.   T%  E  S  I  D  E  the  Gofpel  pool 
J3  Appointed  for  the   Poor  ; 
From  Year  to  Year,  my  helpleCs  Soul 
Has  waited  for  a  Cure. 

B  3  2.  How 


C     22     ) 

2.  How  often  have  I  feen 

The  healing  Waters  move  ! 
And  others,  round  me,  ftepping  in 
Their  Efficacy  prove  ! 

3.  But  my  Complaints  remain, 

I  feel  the  very  fame  : 
As  full  of  Guilt,  and   Fear,  and  Pain, 
As  when  at  firft  I  came. 

4.  O  would  the  Lord  appear 

My  Malady  to  heal  ! 
He  knows  how  long  I've  languifh'd  here, 
And  what  Diftrcfs  I  feel.    . 

5.  How  often  have  I  thought 

Why  mould  I  longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  Mercy  1   have  fought 
Is  not  for  fuch  as  I. 

6.  But  whether  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  no  other  Pool 
Where  Streams  of  fov 'reign  Virtue  How 
To  make  a  Siimer  whole, 

7.  Here  then,  from  Day  toDay, 

I'll  wait,  and  Hope,  and  try: 
Can  Jefus  hear  a  Sinner  (pray, 
Yet  fuifer  him  to  die  r 

8*  No  :  He  is  full  of  Grace  ; 
He  never  will  permit 
A  Soul,  that  fain  would  fee  his  Face, 
To  perilh  at  his  Feet. 

H   Y   M  N.    XXIV. 

BESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  Youth 
The  Gift  of  faving  Grace  ; 
And  let  the  Seed  of  facred  Truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  Place. 


C    23    ) 

•2.  Grace  is  a  Plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  Heav'nly  Root  ; 

But  faireft  in  the  Youngeft  fhews. 

And  yields  the  fweeteft  Fruit. 

3.  Ye  carelefs  Ones,  O  hear  betimes 

The  Voice  of  Sovereign  Love  ! 
Your  Youth  is  ftain'd  with  many  Climes, 
But  Mercy  reigns  above. 

4.  True,  you  are  Young,  but  there's  a  Stone 

Within  the  youngeft  Breaft  ; 
Or  half  the  Crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  reft. 

5.  For  you  the  public  Pray'r  is  made, 

Oh  !  join  the  public  Pray'r  ! 

For  you  the  fecret  Tear  is  fhed, 

O  flied  your  felves  a  Tear  ! 

6.  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  Pow'r  to  teach  : 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jefas  whom  we  preach. 

H    Y    M    N      XXV. 

Chrlft  our   Wijdom,   Right  eoufuefs,   Sanifificaticn   and 
Redemption.     1   Cor.  i,  3c. 

BELIEVERS  own  they  are  but  blind 
They  know  themfelves  Unwife  ; 
But  Wifdom  in  the  Lord  they  find, 
Who  opens  all  their  Eyes. 

2.  Unrighteous  are  they  all,  when  try'd  ; 
But  God  himfelf  declares, 
In  Jefus  they  are  juftify'd  j 
His  Righteouiheis  is  theirs. 

;.  That  we're  Unholy  needs  no  Proof  j 

B    4  We 


C     24     ) 

We  forely  feel  the  Fall  : 
But  Chrift  has  Holinefs  enough 
To  fanctify  us  all. 

4.  Expos'd  by  Sin  to  God's  juft  Wrath, 

We  look  to  Chrift   and  View 
Redemption  in  his  Blood  by  Faith  ; 
And  full  Redemption  too. 

5.  Some  this,  fome  that,  good  Virtue  teach, 

To  rectify  the  Soul  ; 
But  we  firft  after  Jefus  reach, 
And  richly  grafp  the  whole. 

6.  To  Jefus  join'd  we  all  that's  good, 

From  him,  our  Head,  derive ; 
We  eat  his  Flefh,  we  drink  his  Blood, 
And  by  and  in  him  live. 

HYMN       XXVI. 

The   Beatitudes. 

LESS'D  are  the  humble  Souls  that  fee 
Their  Emptinefs  and  Poverty  : 
Treafures  of  Grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  Crowns  of  Joy  laid  up  in  Heav'n.] 

£2.  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  of  broken  Heart, 

Who  mourn  for  Sin  with  inward  Smart  ; 
The  Blood  of  Christ  divinely  Hows, 
A  Healing  Balm  for  all  their  Woes.] 

!"  3.  Blefs'd  are  the  Meek,  who  ftand  afar 

From  Rage  and  Paffion,  Noife  and  War  ; 
God  will  fecurc  their  happy  State, 
And  plead  their  Cauie  againft  the  Great.] 

]  4.  Blefs'd  are  the  Souls  that  thirft  for  Grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  Righteoufncfs  ; 
They  tfhall  be  well  iupplv'd  and  fed, 

Wit* 


B 


(     2f     ) 
With  living  Streams  and  living  Bread.] 

£5.  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  whofe  Bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  Sympathy  and  Love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  mall   they  obtain* 
Like  Sympathy  and  Love  again.] 

[6.  Blefs'd  are  the  Pure,  whofe  Hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  Pow'r  of  Sin  ; 
With  endlefs  Pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A   G  o  d  of  fpotlefs  Purity.] 

[7.  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  of  peaceful  Life, 

Who  quench  the  Coals  of  growing  Strife  j 
They  fhall  be  call'd  the  Heirs  of  Blifs, 
The  Sons  of  G  o  d,  the  God  of  Peace.] 

[8.  Blefs'd  are  the  SufFrei*;.  who  partake 
Of  Pain  and  Shame  for  Jefus  fake  ; 
Their  Souls  fhall  triumph  in  the  L  o  R  D-J, 
Glory  and  Joy  are  their  Reward.] 

HYMN       XXVII. 

On  the  Death   of  a  Saint. 

i.D  LESSED   are  they  (  the  Scriptures  fay  ) 
13  That  dying  win  the  Prize, 

For  reft  they  fhall,  their  good  works  all 
Do  follow  them  like  wife. 

2.  Death's  but  a  Sleep,  why  mould  we  weep 
For  thofe  in  Chrift  who  die  ? 

Since  this  we  know  to  Peace  they  go, 
And  Joys   poffefs  on  High. 

s.  Altho*  to  dufl  their  Bodies  muft: 
Be  tum'd  beneath  the  Clod, 
Yet  they  fhall  rife  above  the  Skies* 
And  ever  live  with  God. 

B  5  4.  Chrifb 


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4.  Clirift  will  aloud  before  the  Croud 

Compos'd  of  Adam's  Race, 
Coiifefs  them  dear,  who  own'd  him  here, 
And  bore  for  him  Difgrace. 

5.  Robes  they  /hall  have  that  will  outbrave 

The  Whitenefs  of  the  Snow  ; 
Molt  pure  and  bright,  like  mining  Light ; 
Such  Jefus  will   beftow. 

6.  Then  why  need  we  dejecled  be  ? 

Our  Lois  is  their  great  Gain  ; 
For  they  mall  ftand  at  Chrift's  right  Hand, 
And  with  their  Saviour  reign. 

7.  Their  happy  Days  are  ipent  in  Praife, 

While  here  we  ugh  and  groan  ; 
Could  we  but  fee  ho*  bleft  they  be, 
'Twould  make  us  ceafe  to  moan. 

8.  If  there  was  End,  'twould  Trouble  fend, 

And  would  eclipfe  the  Joy, 

But  'tis  not  fo,  they'll  never  go 

Out  of  that  fweet  Employ. 

9.  When  they've  been  there  ten  Million  Years, 

And  Millions  more  are  done, 
They've  no  lefs  Days  to  ling  God's  Praife 
Than  when  they  firft  begun. 

II  Y  M  N     XXVIII. 

A    bUffed    Cofpcl. 

2.  "D  L  E  S  T  are  the   Souls  that  hear  and   know 
13  The  Gofpel's  joyful  Sound  ; 
Peace  fliall  attend  the  Path  they  go, 
And  Light   their  Steps  furround. 


Their  Joy  mall  bear  their  Spirits  up, 
Thio'  then-  Redeemer's  Name  ; 


His 


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His  Righteoufhefs  exalts  their  Hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3.  The  Lord  our  Glory  and  Defence, 
Strength,  and  Salvation  gives ; 
Ifrael,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

HYMN     XXIX. 

A  So  pig  ofPraife  for  the  C 'oj "pel. 

1.  DLEST  be  my  God  that  I  was  born 

To  hear  the  Gofpel  found  ; 
That  I  was  born  to  be  baptiz'd, 
And  bred  on  holy  Ground  : 

2.  That  I  was  bred  where  God  appears 

With  Tokens  of  his  Grace  ; 
The  Lines  are  fallen  unto  me 
In  a  moft  pleafant  Place. 

3.  I  might  have  been  a  Pagan  bred, 

Or  elfe  a  veiled  Jew, 
Or  cheated  with  the  Al  Koran 
Amonjrft  the  Turkiih   Crew. 


to 


4.  So  in  a  Dungeon  dark  as  Night 

I  might  have  Ipent  my  Days  ; 
But  thou  haft  feiit  me  Golpel-Light, 
To  thine   eternal  Praife. 

5.  The  Sun  that  rcfe  up  in  the  Eaft, 

And  drove  the  Shades  away, 
Its  healing  Wings  have  reach'd  the  Weft, 
And  turn'd  the  Night  to  Day. 

6.  Bleft  be  my  God  for  what  I  fee, 

My  God  for  what  I  hear, 
I  hear  fuch  blefied  News  from  Heav'n 
Not  Earth  nor  Hell  I  fear. 


7.  I 


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7.  I  hear  my  Lord  for  me  was  born, 

My  Lord  for  me  did  die, 
My  Lord  for  me  did  life  again, 
And   did  afcend  on  High  ; 

8.  On  High  he  ftands  to  plead  my  Caufe,, 

And  will  return  again, 
And  fet  me  on  a  glorious  Throne, 
And  I  with  him  fhall  reign. 

HYMN       XXX. 

Charity  to  the  Poor  :  or,  Pity  to  the  Afflitted. 

1.13 LEST  is  the  Man  whofe  Bowels  move, 
**  And  melt  with  Pity  to  the  Poor  ; 
Whofe  Soul,  by  fympathizing  Love, 
Feels  what  his  Fellow-Saints  endure 

2.  His  Heart  contrives  for  their  Relief, 

More  Good  than  his  own  Hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  the  Time  of  gen'ral  Grief, 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  Bowels  too. 

3.  His  Soul  fhall  live  fecure  on  Earth, 

With  fecret  Blefhngs  on  his  Head, 
When  Drought,  and  Peftilence,  and  Dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  Dead. 

4.  Or  if  he  Languifh  on  his  Couch, 

GOD  will  pronounce  his  Shis  forgiv'n, 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  Touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  Soul  to  Heav'n, 

HYMN      XXXL 

i.T>LEST  is  the  Mau  who  fhuns  the  Place 
Where  Sinners  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  Ways, 
And  hates  the  Scoffer's  Seat  : 

2.  But  in  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  Delight  >  By 


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By  Day  he  reads  or  hears  the  Word, 
And  meditates  by  Night. 

3.  (He  like  a  Plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  Waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  Storms  and  blafling  Wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  State.] 

4.  Green  as  the  Leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  Profeflion  Ihine, 
While  Fruits  of  Holinefs  appear 
Like  Chillers  on  the  Vine. 

5.  Not  fo  the  Impious  and  Unjuft  ; 

What  vain  Defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  Hopes  are  blow'n  away  like  Duffc, 
Or  Chaff  before  the  Storm. 

6.  Sinners  in  Judgment  mall  not  fland 

Amongfl  the  Sons  of  Grace, 
When  Chrifl  the  Judge  at  his  right  Hand^ 
Appoints  his  Saints  a  Place. 

*7.  His  Eye  beholds  the  Path  they  tread  ; 
His  Heart  aproves  it  well  : 
But  crooked  Ways  of  Sinners  lead 
Down  to  the  Gates  of  Hell. 

H  Y  M  N      XXXII. 

The  Lord's  Day  ;  or,  the  Refurrettlon  of  Chrifl. 

a.DLEST  Morning,  whofe  young  dawning  Rays 
Behold  our  riling  God, 
That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the   Dull, 
And  leave  his  dark  Abode. 

2.  In  the  cold  Prifon  of  a  Tomb, 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  Skies  had  brought 

The  Third,  th'  appointed  Day.  Qr 


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3-  Hell  and  the  Grave  unite  their  Force. 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain, 
The  fleeping   Conqueror   arofe, 
And  burit  their  feeble  Chain. 

4.  To  thy  great  Name,  Almighty  Lord, 
Thefe  facred  Hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  Hofannas  fhall  proclaim 
The  Triumph  of  the  Day, 

£5.  Salvation  and  immortal  Praife 
To  our  Victorious  King  ; 
Let   Heav'n,  and  Earth,  and  Rocks  and  Seas, 
With  glad   Hofannas   ring.] 

H   Y  M  N         XXXIII. 

The     jubilee. 

1.  "DLOW   ye  the  Trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  folemn  Sound, 
Let  all  the  Nations  know, 

To  Earth's  remotelt  Bounds 
The  Year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ranibm'd  Sinners  home, 

2.  Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 

The  all   attoning  Lamb 
Redemption   thro'   his   Blood 
To  all  the  World  proclaim  : 
The   Year,  &c. 

3.  Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought, 

Your  Heritage  above  ; 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The   gift   of  Jefus   Love  : 
The  Year,  &c. 

4.  The   Gofpel   Trumpet   founds  ; 

Let  all  the  Nations  hear, 

And 


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And  Earth's  remoteft  Bounds 
Before   the  Throne  apear  : 
The  Year,  &c. 

H  Y  M  K       XXXIV. 

1.  T) RIGHT  burning  Beams  of  gofpel  Grace 
■*-*  Hafte  Lord,  for  to  dilplay  ; 

For  to  burn  up  in  all  thy  Saints 
Their  Stubble,  Wood,  and  Hay. 

2.  Break  forth  O  Sun  of  Righteoufhefs 

Unto  the  perfect  Day  : 
Hafte   Holy  One  unto  thy  Throne, 
Our  Jefus,  hafte  away  ! 

3.  But  O,  who  may  abide  the  Day 

When  Zions  King  mail  reign  ? 

Who  may  abide,  when  he  the  Pride 

Of  all  proud  Flefh  mall  ftain  ? 

4.  Tremble  ye  careleis  Ones,  that  are 

At  Eafe  in  Zion,  and 
Wonder  and  Stay,  becauie  that  Day 
Is  very  nigh  at  Hand  : 

5.  It  now  doth  dawn  ;  the  glorious  Morn 

Begins  for  to  appear  ; 
What  elfe  doth  mean  thefc  Lowings,  and 
Thefe  Bleatings  which  we  hear  ? 

6.  The  Saints   do  fing  to  Chrift  their  King, 

Whilft  others  rage  in  Pain, 
Becaufe  His  bright  and  dazzling  Light 
Shines  thro'  the  World  amain. 

7.  Redeemed  Ones,  fing  Praifes,   for 

This  Fire's   but  fent  to  try, 
And  purge  your  Drofs,  that  by  its  Lo& 
Chrift  may  you  purify. 

HYMN 


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HYMN        XXXV. 

Feio  faved  :    or,    The  Almojl    Chriftians,  the  type- 
criteSf    and  Apojlate. 

r.  DROAD  is  the  Road  that  leads  to  Death, 
And  Thoufands  walk  together  there  j 
But  Wifdom  mews  a  narrower  Path 
With  here  and  there  a  Traveller. 

2.  Deny  thyfelf,  fend  take  thy  CroG, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  Command  -> 
Nature  mint  count  her  Gold  but  Drofs, 
If  fhe  would  gain  this  heav'nly  Land. 

3.  The  fearful  Soid  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  Ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  eileem'd  almoft  a  Saint, 

And  makes  his  own  Deilrudtion  lure. 

4.  Lord,  let  not  all  my  Hopes  be  vain, 

Create  my  Heart  intirely  new, 
Which  Hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  falfe  Apoftates  never  knew. 

HYMN        XXXVL 

* .  "DURIED  in  Baptifm  with  our  Lord, 
■*-*  We  rife  with  him,  to  Life  reftord  : 
Mot  the  bare  Life  in  Adam  loft, 
But  richer  far  j  for  more  it  coft. 

%.  Water  can  cleanfe  the  Flefh  we  own  ; 
But  Chrift  well  knows,  and  Chrift  alone, 
How  dear  to  him  our  Cleanfing  flood, 
Baptiz'd  with  Fhe,  and  bath'd  in   Blood, 

3.  H  1  s  was  a   Baptifm  deep  indeed, 
O'er  Feet   and  Body,  Hands  and  Head, 
He  in  his  Body  purg'd  our  Sin  : 


C    33    ) 

A  little  Water  makes  us  clean. 

4.  Not  but  we  tafbe  his  bitter  Cup  ; 
But  only  he  could  drink  it  up, 
To  burn  for  us  was  his  Deiire  : 
And  he  baptizes  us  with  Fire. 

5.  This  Fire  will  not  confume  but  melt, 
How  foft  compar'd  with  that  he  felt  ! 

Thus  cleans'd  from  Filth,  and  purg'd  from  Drofs. 
Baptized  Chriftian,  bear  the  Crois. 

H   Y  M   N    XXXVII. 

1.  "DY  what  amazing   Ways, 

The  Lord  vouchafes  t' explain 
The  Wonders  of  his  Sov* reign  Grace 
Towards  the  Sons  of  Men  i 

2.  Ke  fhews  us  firft,  how  foul 

Our  Natur's    made   by  Sin  : 

Then  teaches  the  believing  Soul 

The  way  to  make  it  clean. 

3.  Our  Baptifm  firft  declares, 

What  need  we've  all  to   cleanfe  ; 
Then  fhews  that  Chrift  to  all  God's  Heirs 
Can  Purity  difpenfe. 

4.  Water  the   Body  laves  : 

And,  if  'tis  done  by  Faith, 
The  Blood  of  Jefus  furely  faves 
The  finful  Soul  from  Death. 

5.  Water  no  Man  denies  : 

But,  Brethren,  reft  not  there  : 
'Tis  Faith  in  Chrift  that  juftifies. 
And  makes  the  Confcience  clear. 

6.  Baptiz'd  into  his  Death, 

We  rife  to  Life  divine. 

C  The 


C     34     ) 

The  Holy  Spirit  works  the  Faith ; 
-    And  Water  is  the  Sign. 


H     Y     INI     N       XXXVIII. 


B 


Y  whom  was  David   taught 
To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliath   fought, 

And   laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 
Nor  Sword  nor  Spear  the  {tripling  took. 
But  chofe  a  pebble    from  the  Brook. 

2.  'Twas  IfraePs  God  and  King, 

Who  fent  him  to  the  Fight  ; 
Who  gave  him  Strength  to  fling, 

And   Skill  to  aim   aright, 
Ye  feeble  Saints,  your  Strength  endures, 
Becaufe  young  David's   God  is  yours. 

3.  Who  order 'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  ftorm  th'  invaders   Camp, 
With  Arms  of  little  Worth, 

A  Pitcher  and  a  Lamp  ? 
The  Trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the   Hoft  was  overthrown. 

4.  Oh  !  I  have   feen  the   Day 

When  with   a   fingle  Word, 
God  helping  me  to  fay 

«  My  Trnlt  is  in  the  Lord  ;" 
My  Soul  has  quell 'd   a  Thoufand  Foes, 
Fearlefe  of  all   that  would  oppofe. 

5.  But  Unbelief,  Self-Will, 

Self-Righteoumefs  and  Pride  ; 
How  often  do  they  fteal  ? 

My  Weapon  from  my  Side  ? 
Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  liis  Servant  to  the  End. 

HYMN 


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HYMN      XXXIX. 

i.    /^f  A  N  fuchpoor  feeble  Worms  as  we 
V-/  Praife  and  adore  our  Saviour's  Name  ? 
Or  bring  a  Tribute   Lord  to  thee  ? 

Or  half  thy  Pow'r  and  Love  proclaim  I 

2.  We  ftand  amaz'd,  when  we  behold 

Thy  Glory  and  thy  Beauty  Lord  ! 
Thy   Love  and  Grace  can  ne'er  be  told, 
Which  thou  to    Mortals  doft  afford. 

3.  Yet  Lord,  we  would  attempt  thy  Praife, 

We  would  exalt  thy  Holy   Name  ; 
Lord,  we  would  walk  in  thy  fweet  Ways  j 
And  fing,  and  tell  thy  wond'rous  Fame. 

4.  Fain   would  our  Souls  mount  up  to  thee, 

And   Feafl  forever   on  thy   Love  j 
And    Praife    the  facred  Deity, 
As   Angels    do  that  dwell  above. 

HYMN     XL. 

Refthig  wider  the  Crofs. 

1.  /CHILDREN  of  Ifrael  fee  what  Shade, 
\^>   The  Crofs  does  us  afford  ; 

It  was  for  weary  Travelers  made, 
We  thank  thee  for  it,  Lord. 

2.  Here  let  us  fit,  and  all  prepare 

To  fing  his  worthy  Fame  ; 
Who  to  redeem  us   fojouni'd  here, 
Chrifl  Jefus  is  his   Name. 

3.  We  fmg  thy  SufFrings,  Wounds  and  Blood, 

The  Virtue  of  thy  Pain  : 
We  fing  thy  Griefs,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Thou   Lamb  for  Sinners  flain. 

4.  We  hail  thee,  thou  by  Jews  revil'd, 

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To  thee  we  bow  the  Knees  ; 
Hail  !  very  God,  the  promis'd  Child, 
The  Prophets  fang  of  thee. 

5.  While  others  praife  an  unknown  God> 
We  each  will  ling  of  thee  ; 
"  Jefus  has  wafh'd  me  in  his  Blood, 
And  liv'd,  and  dy'd  for  me." 

HYMN      XLI. 

The  Pilgrhfis  Song. 

1.  {CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
V-/  As  ye  Journey  fweetly  ling. 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  Praife, 
Glorious  in  his  Works  and  Ways  1 

2.  Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 

In  the  Way  the  Fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  Happinefs  lhall  fee. 

3.  O  ye  banifli'd  Seed  be  glad  ! 

Chrift  our   Advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  fave  our  Flelh  aflumes, 
Brother  to  our  Souls  becomes. 

4.  Shout  ye  little  Flock  and  bleft, 

You  on  Jefu's  Throne  mall  reft, 
There  your  Seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  Kingdom,  and  Rewards 

5.  Fear  not  Brethren  joyfid  ftand 

On  the  Borders  of  your  Land  ; 
Jefus  Chrift,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  joyfully  come  on. 

6.  Lord   obediently  we'll  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  ftill  will  follow  thee  I  HYMN 


C    37    ) 
HYMN      XLII. 

1.  /CHRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to  day, 
V>   Sons  of  Men  and  Angels  fay  ! 

Raife  your  Joys  and  Triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  Heav'ns,  and  Earth  reply. 

2.  Love's  redeeming  Work  is  done, 

Fought  the  Fight,  the  Battle  won  , 
Lo  !  our  Sun's  Eclipfe  is  o'er, 
Lo !  he  fets  in  Blood  no  more. 

3.  Vain  the  Stone,  the  Watch,  the  Seal, 

Chrift  hath  burft  the  Gates  of  Hell  : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  Rife, 
Chrift  hath  open'd  Paradife. 

4.  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 

Where,  O  Death  is  now  thy  Sting  ? 
Once  he  dy'd  our  Souls  to  fave, 
Where's  thy  Victory,  O  Grave  ? 

5.  Soar  we  now  where  Chrift  hath  led, 

Foil' wing  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rife, 
Ours  the  Crofs,  the  Grave,  the  Skies. 

6.  What  tho'    once  we  perifh'd  all, 

Partners  of  our  Parents   Fall  ; 
Second  Life  we  all  receive, 
In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

7.  Hail  the  Lord  of  Earth  and  Heav'n  ! 

Praife  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n  ! 
Thee   we  Greet  Triumphant  now, 
Hail  the  Refurrecftion — thou  ! 

8.  King  of  Glory  !  Soul  of  blifs  ! 

Everlafting  Life  is  this — 

Thee  to  know — thy  Pow'r  to  prove, 

Thus  to  fuig,  and  thus  to  love. 

C  3  HYMN 


C    38    ) 
H    Y    M    N     XLIII. 

On  the    Passion. 

1.  /^rOME,  all  ye  Chofen  Saints  of  God, 
V^  That  long  to  feel  the  cleanfing  Blood, 

In  penfive   Pleafure  join  with  me, 
To   ling  of  fad  Gethfemane. 

2.  Gethfemane  the  Olive  Prefs  ! 

(And  why  fo  call'd,  let  Chriflians  guefs) 
Fit  Name  !  Fit  Place  !  Where  Vengeance  drove, 
And  grip'd  and  grappled  hard  with  Love. 

3.  'Twas  here  the  Lord  of  Life  appear 'd, 

And  figh'd,  andgroan'd,  and  pray'd  andfear'd; 
Bore  all  incarnate  God  could  bear, 

With  Strength  enough — and  none  to  fpare. 

4.  The  Pow'rs  of  Hell  united  prefs'd, 

And  fqueez'd  his  Heart,  and  bruiz'd  his  Breafl. 
What  dreadful  Conflicts  rag'd  within, 

When  Sweat  and  Blood  fore'd  thro'  the  Skin! 

5.  Difpatch'd  from  Heaven  an  Angel  flood, 

Amaz'd  to  find  him  bath'd  in  Blood  j 
Ador'd  by   Angels,  and  obey'd  ; 
But  lower  now  than  Angels  made. 

6.  He  flood  to  flrengthen,  not  to  fight  ; 

Juflice  exacts  its  utmofl  Mite. 
This  Victim  Vengeance  will  purfue  ; 
He  undertook,  and  mull  go  through. 

7.  Three  favor'd  Servants  left  not  far, 

Were  bid  to  wait  and  watch  the  War. 
But  Chrift  withdrawn,  what  Watch  we  keep  ! 
To  fhun  the  Sight,  they  funk  in  Sleep. 

8.  Backwards  and  forwards  thrice  he  ran, 

As  if  he  fought  fome  Help  from  M*n  ; 

Or 


C     39     ) 

Or  wifh'd  at  leaft  they  would  condole 
('Twas  all  they  could)  his  tortur'd  Soul. 

0.  Whate'er  he  fought  for,  there  was  none  j 

Our  Captain  fought  the  field  alone  ; 
'Soon  as  the  Chief  to  Battle   led, 
That  Moment  ev'ry  Soldier  fled. 

10.  Myfterious  Conflict  !  Dark  Difguife  ! 
Hid  from  all  Creature's  piercing    Eyes. 
Angels  aftonifh'd  view'd  the  Scene, 
And  wonder  yet  what  all  could  mean. 

ii.  Oh,  Mount  of  Olives  !  facred  Grove  ! 
Oh,  Garden,   Scene  of  tragic  Love! 
What  bitter  Herbs  thy  Beds  produce  I 
How  rank  their  Scent !  How  harm  their  Juice  J 

12.  Rare  Virtues  now  thofe  Herbs  contain  : 
The   Sav'our  fuck'd  out  all  their   Bane. 

My  Mouth  with  thef e  if  Confcience  cram, 
I'll  eat  them  with  the  Pafchal   Lamb. 

13.  Oh,  Kedron,  gloomy  Brook,  how  foul 
Thy  black  polluted   Waters  roll  ! 

No  Tougue  can  tell  (but  fome  can  tafte  ) 
The  Filth  that  into  thee  was   caft. 

14.  In  Eden's  Garden   there   was   Food 

Of  ev'ry  kind  for   Man,  while  good  ; 
But,  banifh'd  thence,  we  fly  to  Thee, 
O  Garden  of  Gethfemane. 

HYMN     LXIV- 

The  Love   of  Christ  fhed  abroad  in  the  Heart, 

1.  /^OME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and    dwell 
V   By  Faith  and  Love  in  ev'ry  Breaft  ; 

Then   mail  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  Joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd, 

C  4  2.  Com« 


C    40    ) 

2.  Come,  fill  our  Hearts  with  inward  Strength. 

Make  our  enlarged  Souls  poflefs, 
And  learn  the  Height,  and  Breadth,  and  Length. 
Of  thine  unmeaiurable  Grace. 

3.  Now  to  the  God   whofe  Pow'r  can  do 

More  than  our  Thoughts  and  Wifhes  know, 
Be   everlafting  Honours  done 
By  all  the  Church,  thro'  Christ  his  Son. 

HYMN       LXV. 

1.  POME,  defcend,    O  heav'nly  Spirit, 

Fan  each  fpark  into  a  Flame, 
Bleffings  let  us  now  inherit, 

Bleffings  that  we  cannot  Name 
Whilft  Hofannas  we  are  finging, 

May  our  Hearts  hi  Rapture  move, 
Feel  new  Grace  in  them  Hill  fpringing, 

Breathe  the  Air  of  pureft  Love. 

2.  Let  us  fail  in  grace's  Ooean 

Float  on  that  unbounded  Sea, 
Guided  into  pure  Devotion, 

Kept  from  Paths  of  Error  free  : 
On  thy  heav'nly   Manna  feeding, 

Screen'd  from  every  envious  Foe  ; 
Love,  O  Love  for   Sinners   bleeding 

All  for  thee  we   would  forego. 

3.  Keep  us,  Lord  (till  in  Communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  thee  ; 
Sinking  in  the  fweeteft  Union 

Of  that  heart-felt    Myftery  : 
Keep    us  fafe  from   each  Delufion, 

Well   protected  from  all  Harms  ; 
Free  from  Sin  and  all  Confufion, 

Circle  us  within  thy  Arms. 

HYMN 


C    41     ) 
HYMN       XLVI. 

Redeeming  hove, 

1.  /^OME  heav'nly  Love,  infpire  my  Song, 
^  With  thy  immortal  Flame  ; 

And  teach  my   Heart,  and  teach  my  Tongue, 
The  Saviour's  lovely  Name. 

2.  The  Saviour  !  O  what  endlefs  Charms 

Dwell  in  the  blifsful  Sound  ! 
Its  Influence  ev'ry   Fear  difarms, 
And  fpreads  fweet  Comfort  round. 

3.  Here  pardon,  Life,  and   Joys  divine 

In  rich  Efhifion  flow, 
For  guilty  Rebels  loft  in  Sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endlefs  Woe. 

4.  God's  only  Son,   (ftupendous  Grace  !  ) 

Forfook  his  Throne  above  ; 
And  fwift  to  fave  our  wretched  Race, 
He  flew  on  Wings   cf  Love. 

5.  Th'  Almighty   former  of  the  Skies 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  Abode  ; 
While  Angels  view'd  with  wond'ring  Eyes, 
And  hail'd  th'  incarnate  God. 

h.  O  the  rich  Depths  of  Love  divine  ! 
Of  blifs,  a  boundlefs  Store : 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
I  cannot  wiili  for  more. 

7.  On  thee  alone  my  Hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  Crofs  I  fall. 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
Mv  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

C  5  HYMN 


C    42    ) 
HYMN      XLV1I. 

1.  pOME  hither  ye,  that  fain  would  know 
v->  Th'   exeeding  Sinfulnefs  of  Sin  : 

Come  fee  a  Scene  of  matchlefs  Woe  ; 
And  tell  me  what  it  all  can  mean. 

2.  Behold  the  darling  Son  of  God 

Bow'd  down  with  Horror  to  the  Ground, 
Wrung  at  the  Heart,  and  fweating  Blood, 
His  Eyes  in  Tears  of  Sorrow  drown, d 

3.  See  how  the  Victim  panting  lies, 

His  Soul  with  bitter  Anguifh  preft. 
He  fighs,  he  faints,  he   groans,  he  cries, 
DiGnay'd,  dejected,  fhock'd,    diftreft. 

4.  What  Pangs  are  thefe  that  tear  his  Heart  ? 

What  Burden's  this  that's  on  him  laid  ? 
What  means  this  Agony  of  Smart  ? 

What  makes  our  Maker  hang  his  Head  I 

5.  'Tis  Juftice  with  it's   Iron  Rod, 

Inf&cfling  Strokes  of  Wrath  divine  : 
'Tis  the  vindictive  Hand  of  God, 
Incens'd  at  all  your  Sins,  and  mine. 

6.  Deep  in  his  Breaft  our  Names  were  cut, 

He  undertook  our  defp'rate  Debt. 
Such  Loads  of  Guilt  were  on  him  put, 
He  could  but  juft  fuftain  the  Weight. 

7.  Then  let  us  not  our  felves  deceive  : 

For  while  of  Sin  we  lightly  deem, 
Whatever  Notions  we  may  have, 
Indeed  we  are  not  much  like  him. 


HYMN      XLVIIL 

after  the  Holy   Spirit;  or,  Fervenc 
votion   dejired. 

1.  pOM£,  Holy  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Dove, 

^  With  all  thy  (niick'ning  Pow'rs,  Kin- 


Breathing   after  the  Holy   Spirit;  or,  Fervency  of  De- 
votion  dejired. 


C     43     ) 

Kindle  a  Flame  of  facred  Love 
In  thefe  cold  Hearts  of  ours. 

2.  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  Trifling  Toys  ; 
Our  Souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  Joys. 

3.  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  Songs, 

In  vain  we  drive  to  rife  -, 
Hofannas  Languifh   on  our  Tongues, 
And  our  Devotion  dies. 

4.  Dear  Lord  !  and  mail  we  ever  lie 

At  this  poor  dying   Rate  ; 
Our  Love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee  ? 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5.  Come,  Holy  Spirit  Heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  Pow'rs, 
Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's   Love, 
And  that  mall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN         XLIX. 

Dcfiring  to  love  Christ. 

I.piOME  let  me  love  ;  or  is  my   Mind 
V^  Harden' d  to   Stone,  or  froze  to  Ice  ! 
I  fee  the  blefled  fair  one  bend, 
And  ftoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  ikies. 

2.  O  !  'tis  a  Thought  would  melt   a  Rock, 
And  make  an  Heart  of  Iron  move, 

That  thofe  fvveet  Lips,  that  heav'nly  Look, 
Should  feek  and  Wiih  a  Mortal,s  Love. 

3.  I  was  a  Traytor  doom'd  to  Fire, 
Bound  to  fuitain  Eternal  Pains  ; 
He  flew  on  Wings  of  ftrong  Defire, 
Aflum'd  my  Guilt,  and  took  my  Chains. 

4.  Innnit 


C    44    ) 

4.  Infinite  Grace  i  Almighty  Charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze.    O  Earth  and  Sides  ! 
Jesus  the  God  with  naked  Arms, 
Hangs  on  a  Crofs  of  Love  and  dies. 

5.  Did  Pity  ever  ftoop  fo  low, 
Drefs'd  in  Divinity  and  Blood  ? 
Was  ever  Rebel  courted  fo 

With  Groans  of  an  expiring   God? 

6.  Again  he  lives,  and  fpreads  his  Hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  tort'ring  Smart  j 
By  thefe  dear  Wounds,  fays  he  ;  and  ftands 
And  prays  to  clafp  me  to  his  Heart. 

7.  Sure  I  mult  Love  ;  or  are  my  Ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  Paffions  move  ; 
Then  let  me  melt  this  Heart  to  Tears  ; 
This  Heart  fhall  yield  to  Death  or   Love. 

HYMN       L. 

To   Jefus  Chrift. 

1 .  fy  O  M  E  let  us  all  unite  to  praife 
V-/   The  Saviour  of  Mankind, 

Our  thankful  Hearts  in  folemn  lays, 
Be  with  our  Voices  join'd. 

2.  But  how  fhall  Duft  his  Worth  declare, 

When  Angels  try  in  vain  ; 
Their  Faces  veil  when  they  appear 
Before  the  Son  of  Man. 

3.  O  Lord,  we  cannot  Silent  be,-f- 

By  Love  we  are  conftrain'd 
To  offer  our  beft  Thanks  to  Thee, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  Friend  I 


Tho'  feeble  are  our  beft  Eflays, 
Thy  Love  will  not  difpife  ^ 


Our 


(     4?     ) 

Our  grateful   Songs  of  humble  Praife, 
Our  well-meant  Sacrifice. 

5.  Let  ev'ry  Tongue  thy  Goodnefs   mow, 

And  ipread  abroad  thy  Fame  ; 
Let  ev'ry  Heart  with  Praife  o'erflow, 
And   blefs  thy  facred  Name  ! 

6.  Worfhip  and  Honour,  Thanks  and  Love, 

Be  to   our  Jefus  giv'n  ! 
By  Men  below, — by  Hofts  above, — 
By  all  in  Earth  and  Heav'n  ! 

H    Y    M    N       LI. 

The  Tree  of  Life. 

j. /^O ME,,  let  us  join  a  joyful  Tune 
V>  To  our  exalted  Lord, 
Ye  Saints  on  liigh  around  his  Throne, 
And  we  around  his  Board, 

2.  While  once  upon  this  lower  Ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  Refrefhments  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  Food  \ 

3.  The  Tree  of  Life,  that  near  the  Throne 

In  Heav'ns  high  Garden  grows, 
Laden  with  Grace,  bends  gently  down 
Its  ever  fmiling   Boughs. 

[4.  Hov'ring  amongft  the  Leaves,  there  ftands 
The  fweet  celeflial  Dove  ; 
And  Jefus  on  the  Branches  hangs 
The  Banner  of  his  Love.] 

[5.  Tis  a  young  Heav'n  of  Arrange  Delight, 
While  in  his  Shade  we  fit  ; 
His  Fruit  is  pleafing  to  the  Sight, 
And  to  the  Taite  as  fweet. 

6.  Come 


C    46    ) 

6.  New  Life  it  fpreads  through  dying  Hearts, 

And  cheers  the  drooping  Mind  ; 
Vigour  and  Joy  the  Juice  imparts, 
Without  a  Sting  behind.] 

7.  Now  let  the  flaming  Weapon  ftand, 

And  guard  all    Eden's  Trees, 
Ther's  ne'er  a  Plant  in  all  that  Land, 
That  bears  fuch  Fruit  as  thefe. 

8.  Infinite  Grace  our  Souls  adore, 

Whofe  wond'rous  Hand  has  made 
This  living  Branch  of  fov'reigh  Pow'r, 
To  raife  and  heal  the  Dead. 

H    Y    M    K      LII. 

CHRIST   JESUS  the  Lamb   of  GOD,    vorJhipp:£ 
by   all  the   Creation, 

I.POME  let  us  join  our  chearful  Songs 
With  Angels  round  the  Throne  ; 
Ten  Thoufand  Thoufand  are  their  Tongues, 
But  all  their  Joys  are  One. 

2.  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  Lips  reply, 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3.  Jefus  is  worthy  to  recieve 

Honour  and  Pow'r  Divine  ; 
And  blefling  more  then  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4.  Let  all  ^hat  dwell  above  the  Sky, 

And  Air,  and  Earth,  and  Seas, 
Confpire  to  lift  thy  Glories  High, 
And  fpeak  thine  endlefs   Praife  : 

5.  The  whole  Creation  join  in  One, 

To 


C    47     ) 

To  blefs  the  facred  Name 
Of  Him  that  fits  upon  the  Throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN         LIII. 

The    PENITENT     THIEF. 

i.POME  fee  the  Pow'r  of  Chrift  our  King 
When  on  the  Croft  the  Saviour  hung, 
His  Grace  a  dying  Thief  did  bring, 

To  own  him  with  his  Heart  and  Tongue. 

2.  One  Malefactor  fcorn'd   ChrhVs  Name, 

The  other  did  his  Shi  reprove  ; 
Then  faid  by  Faith  to  God's  dear  Lamb, 
"Remember  me  O  Lord  above ." 

3.  What  noble  Faith  in  him    appear 'd, 

That  he  could  truft  a  dying  Lord  ! 
Ke   foon  the  blefled  Jefus  heard 

pronounce  this  fweet  reviving  Word  ; 

4.  "  Amen,  this  Day  thy  Soul  mall  be 

"  With  me  in  Paradife  above." 
This  made  the   dying   Pris'ner  free  ; 

Thefe  Words  were  full  of  boundlefs  Love. 

5.  What  Comfort  did  this   Speech  convey, 

To  his  poor  guilty  wretched  Mind  ! 
When  thus  he  heard  the  Saviour  fay, 
Great  Peace  the  Criniinal  did  find. 

6.  Thus  Jefus  Chrift  forgave  the  Thief, 

And  fhew'd  great  Mercy  to  the  Man  ; 
So  in  the  midft  of  Woe  and  Grief, 
His  Joy  and  Happinefs  began. 

7.  O  how  he  rings  the  Saviour's  Praife, 

Who  took  him   at  the  very  laft, 
When  he  his  youthful  Strength  and  Days 
In  Satan's  Caufe  had  fpent  and  paft  !  4-  Now 


(  48  ; 

8.  Now  he  adores  God's  holy  Name, 

And  Hands  before  the  Saviours  Face  5 
And  will  eternally  proclaim 
The  boundlefs  Riches  of  his  Grace  ! 

hymn    liv. 

De firing  to   praife   worthily. 

i.POME  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  Blefimg  ! 
^  Tune  my  Heart  to  fing  thy  Grace  ! 
Streams  of  Mercy  never  ceanng, 

Call   for  Songs  of  loudeft  Praife  ; 
Teach  me  fome  melodious  Sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming   Tongues  above  ; 
Praife  "the  Mount — I'm  fixt  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  Love  I 

2.  Here  I   raife  mine    Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  Help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  tny  good  Pleafure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  Home  ; 
Jefus  fought  me,  when  a  Stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  Fold  of  God, 
He  to  refcue  me  from  Danger, 

Intcrpos'd  his  precious  Blood. 

3.  Oh,  to  Grace,  how  great  a  Debtor, 

Daily  I'm  conllrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  Grace,  Lord,  like  a   Fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  Soul  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it  ! 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love 

Here's  my  Heart — Oh  take  and  feal  it  I 

Seal  it   for  thy  Courts  above  ! 

4.  Oh  that  Day  when  freed  from  Sinning  ! 

I  fliall  fee  thy  lovely   Face  ! 
Clothed  in  thy  Blood-waih'd  Linnen 

Uovr 


C    49    ) 

How   I'll  ling  thy   Sov'reign  Grace ! 
Come,  dear  Lord,  no  longer  tarry, 

Take  my  raptur'd  Soul  away  ; 
Send  thine  Angels  down  to   carry 

Me  to  Realms  of  endlefs  Day. 

J.  If  thou  ever  didft  difcover 

^  To  my   Faith  the  promis'd  Land, 
Bid  me  now  the   Stream  pafs   over, 
On  the  heav'nly  Borders  ftand  ; 
Now  funnount  whate'er  oppofes, 

And   to  thine  Embrace  I'll  fly  ; 
Speak   the  Word  thou  fpake  to  Mofes  ; 
Bid  me,  «   Get  me  up  and  die.'* 

HYMN       LV- 

1.  /^OME,  thou  long  expected  Jefus  ! 
\*s  Born  to  fet  thy  People   free  ; 

From  our  Fears   and  Sins  releafe  us, 

Let  us  find  our  Reft  in  thee  ! 
Ifrael's   Strength   and  Confolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  Earth   thou  art  ; 
Dear  defire  of  ev'ry  Nation, 

Joy  of  ev'ry   longing  Heart  ! 

2.  Born  thy  People  to  deliver, 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thygracious  Kingdom  bring  ! 
By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  Hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  All- Sufficient  Merit, 

Raife  us  to  thy  glorious  Throne. 

H    Y     M     N      LVL 

Invitation  : 

I.   /">OME  ye  Sinners  Poor  and  Wretched, 
V^  Weak  and  wounded  fick  and  fore, 

D  Jefus 


C    ?o    ) 

Jefus  ready  ftands  to  fave  you, 

Full  of  Pity,  Love  and  Pow'r  ; 
He  is  able, 

He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no   more. 

2.  Ho  !  ye  Needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  Free- Bounty  glorify, 
True  belief  and  true  Repentance, 

Ev'ry  Grace  that  brings  us   nigh, 
Without   Money, 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift   and  buy. 

9.  Let  not  Confcience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  Fitnefs  fondly  dream : 
All  the  Fitnefs  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  Need  of  him  > 
This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirits  glimm'ring  Beam. 

4.  Come  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruis'd   and  mangled  by  the  Fall. 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all  j 

Not   the  Righteous, 
Sinners   Jefus  came  to  call. 

5.  Agonizing  in  the  Garden, 

Lo  your  Maker  prcftrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody    Tree  beheld  him, 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

«  It   is  fmiih'd," 
Sinner,  will  not  this   fumcc  ? 

6.  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God   afcended, 

Pleads  the  Merit  of  his  Blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  Truft  intrude  : 
None   but  Jefus, 
Can  do  helplefs  Siimers  good. 

7.  Saints 


C     f«     ) 

7.  Saints  and  Angels  join'd  in  Concert 
Sing  the   Praifes  of  the  Lamb, 
While    the  blifsful  Seats  of  Heaven 
Sweetly  Eccho  with  his  Name, 
Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 

H   Y  M     N      LVH. 

The    Difciples   at   Sea. 

1.  /^(ONSTRAIN'D  by  their  Lord  to  embark, 
V^  And  venture  without  him  to  Sea. 

The    Seafon  tempeftuous  and  dark, 
How  griev'd  the  Difciples  mull  be  ! 

But  tho'   he  remain' d  on  the  Shore, 

He  fpent  the  Night  for  them  in  Pray'r  ; 

They  ftill  were  as  fafe  as  before, 
And  equally   under  his  Care. 

2.  They  flrove,  tho'  in  vain,   for  a  while, 

The    Force   of  the  Waves  to  withftand  ; 
But  when  they  were  weary' d  with  Toil, 

They  faw  their  dear   Saviour  at  hand  j 
They  gladly  receiv'd  him  on    Board, 

His  Prefence  their  Spirits  reviv'd  : 
The  Sea  became  calm  at  his  Word, 

And  foon  at  their  Port   they  arriv'd. 

3.  Believers  now  like   them  are  toft 

By  Storms,  of  a  perilous  Deep  ; 
But  cannot  be  poflibly  loft 

While  Jefus  has  Charge  of  the  Ship  : 
Tho'  Billows   and  Winds  are  enrag'd, 

And  threaten  to  make  them  their  Sport  -, 
This   Pilot  hath  firmly  engag'd 

To  bring  them,  in  Safety,  to  Port. 

4.  If  fometimes  we  ftmggle  alone, 

And  he  is  withdrawn  from  our  View, 

D  2  ft 


C     ?2     ) 

It  makes  us  more  willing  to  own 
We  nothing  without  him,  can  do  : 

Then  Satan  our  Hopes  would  aflail, 
But  Jefus  is  ftill  within  call  ; 

And  when  our  poor  Efforts  quite  fail, 
He  comes  in  good  Time,  and  does  all. 

5".  Yet,  Lord,  we  are  ready  to  fhrink 

Unlefs  we  thy  Prefence  perceive  ; 
O  fave  us  (we  cry)  or  we  fink, 

We  would,  buc  we  cannot  believe  : 
The   Night  has  been  long  and  fevere, 

The  Winds  and  the  Seas  are  ftill  high  ; 
Dear  Saviour,  this  Moment  appear, 

And  fay  to  our  Souls,  "  It  is  I  l'' 

HYMN      LVm. 

The  Day    of '  Judgme?it. 

1.  T"\AY  of  Judgment,  Day  of  Wonders  ! 
jLJ  Hark  !  the   Trumpet's  awful   Sound, 

Louder  than  a  Thoufand  Thunders, 

Shakes  the  vail  Creation  round  ! 
How  the  Summons 

Will  the  Sinner's   Heart  confound  1 

2 .  See  the  Judge  our  Nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  Majefty    Divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  Appearing, 

Then  mall  fay,  •<  This  God  is  mine  l" 
Gracious   Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  Day  for  thine  ! 

3.  At   his  Call  the  Dead  awaken, 

Rife  to  Life  from  Earth  and  Sea  ; 
All  the  Pow'rs  of  Nature  fhaken 

By  his  Look,  prepare  to  thee  : 
Careleis  Sinner, 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  I  4.  Hor- 


C     f3     ) 

4.  Horrors  paft  Imagination, 

Will  furprize  your  trembling  Heart, 
When  you  hear  your   Condemnation, 

"  Hence,  accurfed  Wretch  depart  ! 
"  Thou  with  Satan 

"  And  his  Angels,  have  thy  Part  !'J 

5.  Satan,  who  now  tries  to  Pleafe  you, 

Left   you  timely  Warning  take, 
When  that  Word  is  paft,  will  feize  you, 

Plunge  you  in  the  burning  Lake  : 
Think,  poor  Sinner, 

Thy  eternal  All's  at  Stake  ! 

5.  But  to  thofe  who  have  confefled, 

Lov'd   and  ferv'd  the  Lord  below  ; 
He  will  fay,  "  Come  near  ye  BleiTed, 

"  See  the    Kingdom  I  beftow : 
<c  You  for  ever 

"  Shall  my  Love  and  Glory  know." 

7.  Under  Sorrows  and  Reproaches, 

May  this  Thought  your  Courage  raife  I 

Swiftly  God's  great  Day  approaches, 
Sighs  fhall  then  be  chang'd  to  Praife  : 

We  fhall    Triumph 

When  the  World  is  in  a  Blaze. 

H    ¥    M    N      LIX. 

A  dying  Sahifs  Far  ewe/, 

1.  TT\EAR  Friends  farewel,  I  go  to  dwell 
LJ  With  Jefus  Chrift,  on  High  ; 

There  for  to  fing  Praife  to  my  King 
To  all   Eternity. 

2.  While  I've  been  here  you  have   been  dear, 

I've  always  found  you  kind  ; 
But  now  thro'  Grace,  I  quit  this  Place, 

X>  J  And 


And  leave  you  all  behind. 

3.  Weep  not  for  me,  for  here  you  fee 

My  Trials  have  been   great  ; 
But  now  (  'tis  true  )  I  bid  adieu, 
And  change  my  mournful  State. 

4.  'Twill  not  be  long  before  the  Throng 

Will  all   together  be  ; 
And  you  that  know  the  Lord,  below, 
Shall  then  your  Saviour  fee. 

$.  There  we  mail  join  in  Songs  Divine, 
God's  holy  Name  mall  Praife  ; 
And  view  Chrift's   Smiles,  forget  the  Toils 
Of  thefe  few  evil  Days. 

6.  There  we  fhall  ftand  at  his  right  Hand, 
And  in  his  Prefence  dwell  ; 
And  him  adore,  forevermore, 
So  Brethren,  now  farewel. 

hymn    lx. 

Cod  the  only   Refuge  in  Trouble. 

1 .  TT\  EAR  Refuge  of  my  weary   Soul, 
JL^   On  thee  when  Sorrows  rife  ; 

On  thee,  when  Waves  of  Trouble  roll, 
My  fainting   Hope  relies. 

2.  While  Hope  revives,  tho'  prefs'd  with  Fears, 

And  I  can  fay,   «  My  God," 
Beneath  thy  Feet  I  fpread  my   Cares, 
And  pour  my  Woes  abroad. 

3.  To  thee  I  tell  each  rifing  Grief, 

For  thou  alone  canft  heal  ; 

Thy  Word  can  bring   a  fweet  Relief, 

For  ev'ry  Pain   I  feel. 

4.  But 


C    5?    ) 

4.  But  oh  !  when  gloomy  Doubts  prevail 

I  fear   to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The   Springs  of  Comfort  feem  to  fail, 
And   all  my  Hopes  decline. 

5.  Yet  gracious  God,  where  fhall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  Truft ; 
And  ftill  my  Soul   wou'd  cleave  to  thee, 
Tho*  proftrate  in  the  Dull. 

6.  Haft  thou  not  bid  me  feek  thy  Face  ? 

And  fhall   I  feek  hi  vain  .? 
And  can  the  Ear  of  Sov 'reign  Grace 
Be   deaf  when  I  complain  ? 

7.  No,  ftill  the  Ear  of  Sov'reign  Grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  Prayer  ; 
O  may  I   ever  find  Accefs, 

To   Breathe  my  Sorrows  there. 

8.  Thy   Mercy- Seat  is  open  ftill  ; 

Here  let  my    Soul  retreat, 
With    humble  Hope  attend  thy  Will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  Feet. 

HYMN       LXI. 

1.  ~T\EAR   Lord,  how  wond'rous  is  thy  Love 

To  fuch  unworthy  Worms   as  we  ! 
Thou  haft  fent  down  the  heav'nly  Dove, 
To   fet  our  Souls  at  Liberty. 

2.  We  that  were    doom'd  to  Woe  and  Pain, 

Expos'd  to  Death  of  ev'ry  kind, 
Thro'  Jefus  Chrift,  the  Lamb  once  flain, 
Do  Life,  and  Peace,  and  Pardon  find. 

3.  Shall  we  forget  our  Saviour's    Grace, 

Who  dy'd  to  fave  our  Guilty  Souls, 
Ajid  bring  us  to  his  Father's  Face, 

D  4  Where 


C    tf    ) 

Where  endlefs  Peace  and  Pleafure  rolls  ? 

4.  Forbid,  O  Lord,  each  wand'ring  Thought, 

May  Chrift  be  all  in  our  Efteem  ; 
Let  earthly  Things  be  all  forgot, 

And  counted  Lofs,  compar'd  with  him. 

5.  Lord  Jems,  make  us  bear  in  Mind 

Thy  rich  thy  pure  redeeming  Love, 
Till  we  mall  be  for  ever  join'd 

With   thofe  that  ling  thy  Praife  above. 

6.  Then  mail  we  ftand  before  thy  Face, 

And  Shout  with  all  the  Ranfom'd  Throng  % 
Our  Cry  mall  be,  u  Free  Grace,  Free  Grace," 
While  endlefs   Ages  roll  along. 

HYMN       LXII. 

jfjfurances   of  Heaven  :    or,  a   Saint  prepared  to  die, 

[1.  "FJEATH  may  diflolve  my  Body  now, 
And  bear  my  Spirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  Minutes  move  fo  flow, 
IN  or  my  Salvation  come  ? 

2.  With  Heav'nly  Weapons  I  have  fought 

The  Battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finifh'd  my  Courfe  and  kept  the  Faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  Reward.] 

3.  God  has  laid  up  in  Heav'n  for  me 

A  Crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 
The  Righteous  Judge  of  that  great  Day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  Head. 

4.  Nor  hath  the  King  of  Grace  decreed 

This  Prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  Appearance  of  his  Son. 

Jefus 


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5.  Jems,  the  Lord,  mall  guard  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  Defign  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  Kingdom  take 
This  feeble  Soul  of  mine. 

6.  God  is  my  everlafling  Aid, 

And  Hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  Him  be  higheft  Glory  paid, 

And  endlefs  Praife.    AMEN. 

HYMN        LXIIL 

Death    dreadful   or   delightful. 

1.  T"\  E'A  TH!  'Tis  a  melancholy  Day, 
JL/  To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 

When  the  Poor  Soul  is  forc'd  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

2.  In  vain  to  Heav'n  flie  lifts  her  Eyes, 

But  Guilt,    a  heavy  Chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  Skies, 
To  Darknefs,   Fire  and  Pain. 

3.  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  Heirs  of  Hell, 

Let  ftubborn   Sinners  fear  ; 
You  muft  be  driv'n  from  Earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  For  Ever  there. 

4.  See  how  the  Pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flames  in  your  Face  ; 
And  thou,  my  Soul,  look  downwards  too, 
And  fing  recov'ring  Grace, 

5.  He  is  a  God  of  Sov'reign  Grace. 

That  promis'd  Heav'n   to  me  ; 
And  taught  my  Thoughts  to  foar  above, 
Where  happy   Spirits  be. 

6.  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  Right  Hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  Day, 

D  5  Com? 


c  rs  ) 

Come  Death  and  fome  celeftial  Band, 
To  bear  my  Soul  away. 

HYMN       LXIV. 

1.  T^ESERTERS,  to  the   Camp  return, 
JL^  Refume  your  former  Poft, 

Bewail  your  Crimes,  your  Bafenefs  mourn  ; 
For  yet  Ye  are  not  loft. 

2.  Your's  is  a  fad  a  dang'rous  Cafe, 

Be  humble,  and  repent  ; 
Mercy  you'll  find,  tho'  e'er  fo  bafe, 
The  Moment  you  relent. 

3.  Sinners  are  fav'd  by  Jefu's  Blood, 

How  vile  fo  e'er  they  be  ; 
Eternal  Life's  the  Gift  of  God  ; 
And  Gifts  are  always  free. 

4.  'Tis  not  by  Works  of  Righteoufhefs 

Which  any  Man  has  done  ; 
But  God  has  fent  his  Son  to  blefs  ; 
Return,   and  kifs  the  Son. 

HYMN     LXV. 

i.r\IDour  IMMANUEL  die  forus, 
U  To  fave  fuch  poor  rebellious  Men  f 
Did  he  difplay  his  Pity  thus, 

That  we  might  come  to  G  O  D   again  ? 

2.  All  human  Language  wants  a  Name, 

For  this  unfathom'd  wond'rous  Love  : 
This  pure  Immortal  fervent  Flame, 
Sprang  only  from  the  GOD  above. 

3.  What  can  we  add  ?  Our  Speech  is  faint ; 

We  link  beneath  the  pond'rous  Load  : 
This  Love  no  Eloquence  can   paint  ; 
"Tis  grand  !  'tis  worthy  of  a  GOD  ? 

6  4.  O'er- 


C     ?9     ) 

4.  O'erwhelm'd  with  this  Abys  of  Love, 

We  ftand  aftonifh'd  at  the  Grace, 

That  brought  the  Saviour  from  above, 

To  die  for  all  the  fallen  Race  ! 

5.  Did    ourlMMANUELdie  for  us  ?- 

What  more  can  be  by  founds  expreft  ? 
For  Sinners  CHRIST  was  made  a  Curfe  ; 
Eternity  mull  tell  the  reft. 

H    Y    M    N      LXVI. 

1.  -pvISCIPLES   of  Chrift 

JL/     Ye  Friends  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Attend,  and  affill 

In  finging  his  Fame  : 
Eternal  Thankfgiving 

The  Faithful  mould  pay, 
The   Living,  the  Living, 

As  we  do  this  Day. 

2.  A  Body  of  Clay 

He  humbly  put  on. 
And  then  took  away 

The  Sin  we  had  done  ; 
And  in  it   endured 

The  Wrath  to  us  due, 
The  Curfe  we  incurred, 

Our  Stripes  and   our  Woe. 

3.  Not  oidy  he  dy'd, 
But  alfo  arofe  ; 

Laid  Weaknefs  afide, 
And  over  his  Foes, 

(Sin,  Death  and  the  Devil,) 
He  triumph' d,   and  o'er 

This  World,   and  all  Evil, 
Dominion  and  Pow'r. 

4.  O  merciful  Lamb,  Who 


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Who  fits  on  the  Throne, 
We  bow  at  thy  Name, 

The  Saviour  we  own, 
Deferving  our  Bleffing, 

And  Bleffing  we'll   give, 
Without  ever  ceafing, 

So  long  as  we  live. 

hymn     Lxvn. 

Difrnffion* 

1.  rjISMISS  us  with  thy  Bleffing  Lord, 
*L^  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  Word. 
All  that  has  been  amifs  forgive  ; 

And  let  thy  Truth  within   us  live. 

2.  Tho  we  are  guilty  thou  art  good, 

Warn  all  our  Works  in  Jefu's  Blood. 
Give  ev'ry  Fetter'd  Soul  Releafe  ; 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  Peace. 

H     Y     M    N       LXVm. 

Bejore    Sermon, 

1.  TH\OES  it  not  Grief  and  Wonder  move, 
U  To  think  of  Ifrael's  dreadful  Fall  ! 
Who  needed   Miracles  to   prove  ! 

Whether  the  Lord  were  God  or  Baal  ! 

2.  Methinks  I  fee   Elijah  ftand, 

His  Features  glow  with  Love  and  Zeal, 
In  Faith   and  Pray'  r  he  lifts  his  Hand, 
And  makes  to  Heav'n  his  great  Appeal. 

3.  "  Oh,   G  O  D,  if  I  thy  Servant  am, 

It  'tis  thy  Menage  fills  my  Heart, 
Now  glorify  thy  holy  Name, 

And  mew* this   People  who  thou  art." 

4.     He 


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4.  He  Ipoke,  and  lo,  a  fudden  Flame 

Confum'd  the  Wood,  the  Duft,  the  Stone, 
The  People  ftruck,  at  once  proclaim 

"The  LORD  is  GOD,  the  LORD  alone/' 

5.  Like  him  we  mourn  an  awful  Day, 

When  more  for  Baal  than  GOD  appear  ; 
Like  him  Believers,  let  us  pray, 
And  may  the  GOD  of  lfrael  hear. 

6.  Lord  !  if  thy  Servant  fpeaks  thy  Truth, 

If  he  indeed  is  fent  by  Thee, 
Confirm  the  Word  to  all  our  Youth, 
And  let  them  thy  Salvation  fee. 

7.  Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  Fire 

pierce  ev'ry  Heart   that  hears  thy  Word  ; 
Confume  each  hurtful  vain  Defire, 

And  make  them  know  thou  art  the  LORD, 

H    Y    M    N    LXIX. 

Believers   burled  -with  CHRIST  in  Baptism. 

1    T^O   we  not  know   that  folemn  Word, 
*S  That  we   are  bury'd  with  the  Loup; 
Raptiz'd   into  his  Death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  Body  of  our  Sin  ? 

2.  Our  Souls  receive  diviner  Breath, 

Rais'd  from  Corruption,   Guilt,   and  Death  : 
So  from  the  Grave  did  Christ   arife, 
And  lives  to  G  o  d  above  the  Skies. 

3.  No  more  let  Sin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  Mortal  Flefh  again  : 
The  various  Lufts  we  ferv'd  before, 
Shall  have  Dominion  now  no  more. 


HYMN 


C    62    ) 
H    Y    M     N        LXX. 

Every    Creature   at   GOD's    Cowwiand, 

I.  TT^LIJAH's  Example  declares, 
ALi  Whatever  Diftrefs  may  betide, 
The  Saints  may  commit  all  their  Cares 

To  him  who  will  always  provide, 
When  Ram  long  witheld  from  the   Earth 

Occafion'd  a  Famine  of  Bread, 
The   Prophet,  fecur'd  from  the   Dearth, 
By  Ravens  was  conftantly  fed. 

3.  More  likely  to  rob  than  to  feed, 

Are   Ravens  who  live  upon  Prey  ; 
But  where   the  LOPvD's  People  have  need, 

His  Goodnefs  will  find  out  a  Way  : 
This  Inftance  to  thofe  may  feem  Strange, 

Who  know   not  how   Faith  can  prevail  j 
But  fooner  all  Nature  fhall  change, 

Than  one  of  GOD's  Promifes  fail, 

3.  Nor  is  it  a  Singular   Cafe  ; 

The  Wonder  is  often  renew'd  ; 
And  many  may  fay   to   G  O  D's  Praife^ 

By  Ravens  he  fendeth  them  Food. 
Thus  Worldlings,  tho'  Ravens  indeed, 

Tho'   greedy  and  Selfifh  their  Mind, 
'    If  GOD  has  a  Servant  to  feed, 

Againft  their  own  Wills  can  be  kind. 

4.  Thus  Satan  the  Raven  unclean, 

That  cioaks  in  the  Ears  of  the  Saints, 
O'er-rul'd  by  a  Power  unfeen, 

Adminifters  oft  to  their   Wants  ; 
GOD  teaches   them   how  to  find  Food 

From  all  the  Temptations  they  feel  : 
This   Raven  who  thirfts  for  my  Blood, 

Has  help'd  me  to  many  a  Meal. 

5.  How 


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5.  How  fafe  and  how  happy  are  they 

Who  on  the  good  Shepherd  rely  ! 
He'll  give  them   Out  Strength  for  their  Day, 

Their  Wants  he  Will  finely  fupply, 
He  Ravens  and  Lions  can  tame  ; 

All  Creatures  obey  his  Command  : 
Then  let  me  rejoice  in  his  Name, 

And  leave  all  my  Cares  in  his   Hand. 

HYMN      LXXI. 

The  Deity  and  Humanity  ^/Christ,  Jonn  *•  *>  3? 
14.  andQo\.  i.  16.  ^//^/Eph.  iii.  9,  10. 

1 .  XT' ' ER  the  blue  Heav 'ns  were  ftretch  'd  abroad, 
TLa  From  Everlafting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  God  he  was  ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  mult  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2.  By  his  own  Pow'r  were  all  Things  made  ; 

By  him  fupported  all  Things  ftand  ; 
He  is  the  whole  Creation's   Head, 
And  Angels   fly  at  his  Command. 

3.  E'er  Sin  was  bom,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  Hoft  of  Morning-Stars  ; 
(  Thy  Generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  Number  of  thy  Years  ?  ) 

4.  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  Heav'nly  Forms* 

The  Word  defcends  and  dwells  in  Clay, 
That  he  may  hold  Converfe  with  Worms, 
Dreft  in  fuch  feeble  Flelh  as  they. 

$.  Mortals  with   Joy  beheld  his  Face, 
Th'  Eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 
How  full  of  Truth  !  how  full  of  Grace  ! 
When  thro*  his  Eyes  the  Godhead  fhone  ! 

6.  Arch- Angels  leave  their  high  Abode, 

To 


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To  learn  new  Myft'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  Love  of  our  defcending  God, 
The  Glories  of  E  M  A  N  U  EfcL. 

HYMN      LXXH 

1.  TTTERNAL  God,  thy  Pow'r  make  kuown, 

"^  Make  the  whole  Earth  confefs 
That  thou  art  God,  and  thou  alone 
Doft  rule  in  Righteoufneft. 

2.  May  die  whole   Earth  thy  Glory  fee, 

And  thy  Salvation  know  ; 
And  to  thy  Saints,  who  wait  for  thee, 
Thy  Works  and  Wonders  Ihow. 

3.  Lord  Jems,  come,  and  take  thy  pow'r, 

And  rule  us  by  thy  Grace  : 

We  wait  for  that  expected  Hour 

When  we  mall  fee  thy  Face. 

4.  Our  Souls  are  longing  for  the  Day 

When  Jefus  mall  be  King; 
When  he  our  ftubborn  Sins  mall  flay, 
And  we  his  Praife  mall  iiiig. 

5.  Our  Hearts  rejoice  in  Jefu's  Name, 

His   Word   forbids  our  Fear  ; 
We  love  his  Gofpel  to  Proclaim 
That  all  Mankind  may  hear  . 

6.  But  deareft  Lord,  let  us  enjoy 

That  Everlafting  Peace, 
That  nothing  ever  mall   deftroy, 
Nor    caufe  it  to  decreafe, 

7.  Lord  here  we  wait  to  know  thy  Will, 

And  to  obey  the  fame  , 
May  we  our  Courfe  on  Earth  fulfil, 
In  Honour  to  thy  Name. 

HYMtf 


C    6?    ) 
HYMN       LXXffl. 

Praife  to   the  Creator. 

j.   INTERNAL  Majefty  on  High, 
i  ^  Thou  God  of  Pow'r  and  Love, 
Thy  Hands  have  fpread  the  itarry  Sky, 
And  form'd  the  World  above. 

2.  This  Globe  below  mews  forth  thy  Might, 
Thy  Goodnefs  and  thy   Skill  ; 
The  Sun,  the  Moon,  the  Day,  and  Night, 
Thy  Pleafure   do  fulfil. 

:.  Beafts,  Birds,  Fiih,  Infects   all  declare 
Thou  art   the   mighty  God  ; 
Ffre,  Hail,  and  Storms,  Earth,  Water,  Air, 
Declare  thy  Name  abroad. 

4.  Trees,  Mountains,  Rivers,  Rocks,   and  Plains, 

Gardens,    and  fruitful   Lands. 
Proclaim"  The  God  of  Goodnefs  reigns  ;'-* 
And  will  while  Nature  ftands. 

5.  All  Things  below,  and  all  above, 

God,   Wife,  Good,  Great  proclaim  5 
Then  let  the  Children  of  his  Love 
Delight  to  blefs  his   Name. 

6.  The  heav'nly  Father,  and   the  Son, 

And   Spirit   we  adore  ; 
'Tis  now  as  'twas  when  Time  begun, 
And  mail  be  evermore. 


F' 


HYMN       LXXIV. 

Chrijt   the  Beloved  defcribed. 

YIR  Salem's  Daughters  aik  to  know 
Why  I  ihould  love  my  Jefus  fo  ; 


JE  What 


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What  are  his  Charms,  fay  they,  above 
The  Objects  of  another's  Love  ? 

2.  Yes,    my  Beloved,  to  my  Sight 

Shews  a  fweet  Mixture,  Red  and  White  ' 
All  human  Beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and    Shine. 

3.  White  is   his  Soul,  from  Blemifh  free  ; 

Red  was  his  Blood   he  fhed  for  me  ; 
The  Faireft  of  Ten  Thoufand  Fairs; 
A  Smi  among  ten  Thoufand  Stars. 

4.  His  Head  the  fineft  Gold    excels  ; 

There  Wifdom  in  Perfection  dwells, 
And  Glory,  like  a  Crown,  adorns 

Thofe   Temples  once  befet  with  Thorns. 

5.  Companions  in  his   Heart  are  found, 

Hard  by  the  fignals  of  his  Wound  : 
His  Sacred  Side   no  more  lliall  bear 

The    cruel  Scourge,  the  piercing  Spear. 

6.  His  Hands  are  fairer  to  behold 

Than  Diamonds  fet  in  Rings  of  Gold  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  Hands  that  on  the  Tree 
Where  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me* 

7.  Tho'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  Knees, 

Loaded  with  Sins  and  Agonies, 
Now  on  the  Throne  of  his  Command, 
His    Legs  like  Marble  Pillars  Hand. 

?>.  His  Eyes  are  Majefty  and  Love, 

The  Eagle   tempered  with  the  Dove  ; 
No  more  ihall  trickling  Sorrows  roll, 
Thro'  thofe  dear  Windows  of  his  Soul. 

9.  His  Mouth  that  pour'd   out  long  Complaints, 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  fainting  Saints  ; 
His  Countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than 


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Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  Trees. 

io.  All  over  Glorious  is  my  Lord, 

Muft  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  Worth  if  all  the  Nations  knew 
Sure  ev'ry  one  would  Love  him  too. 

HYMN        LXXV. 

God  glorious,  and  Sinners  faved. 

1.  Tp  ATHER,  how  wide  thy  Glory  fliines  J 
-T     How  high  thy  Wonders  rife  ! 

Kno^n  thro'   the  Earth  by  Thoufand  Signs, 
By  Thoufands  thro'   the  Skies. 

2.  Thofe  mighty  Orbs  proclaim  thy  Pow'r* 

Their    Motions  fpeak  thy  Skill ; 
And  on  the  Wings  of  ev'ry  Hour 
We  read  thy  Patience  ftill ; 

5.  Part  of  thy  Name  divinely  Stands 
On  all  thy  Creatures   writ, 
They  {hews  the  Labour  of  thy  Hands, 
The   Imprefs  of  thy  Feet. 

4.  But  when  we  View  thy  grand  Defign 

To  fave  rebellions  Worms, 
Where  Wifdom  Pow'r  and  Goodnefs  mine, 
In  their  molt  glorious  Forms  ; 

5.  Our  Thoughts  are  loft  in  rev 'rend  Awe  5 

We    Love,  and  we  adore  ; 
The  holy  Angels  never  faw 
So  much  of  God  before. 

6.  Here  God  hath  made  his   Nature  known, 

And  Thought  can  never  trace, 
Which  of  his  Glories  brighteft  fhone, 
In  our  Redeemer's  Face, 

E  2  7.  O 


(    68    ) 

?.  O  the  fweet  Myft'ries  of  that  Croft 

Where  Jefus  lov'd  and  dy'd, 

Her  nobleft  Life  my  Spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounded  Side. 

8 .  Now  the  full  Glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'rdy  Plains  ; 
Sweet  Cherubs  learn  Immanuel's  Name, 
And  try  their  choiceft  Strains. 

9.  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  Part 

In  that  immortal   Song  I 
Wonder  and  Joy  {hall   tune  my  Heart, 
And  love  command  my  Tongue. 

H    Y    M    N     LXXVI. 

1.  PATHER,  I  ftrech  my  Hands  to  thee, 
-T     No  other  Help  I  know  ; 

If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  fhall  I  go  I 

2.  What  did  thine  only   Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  Breath  ? 
What  Pain,  what  Labour  to  fecure 
My  Soul  from  endlefs  Death  ! 

3.  O  Jefu,  could  I   this  believe, 

I  now  mould  feel  thy  Pow'r  j 
Now  my  poor  Soul  thou  would'it  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  Hour. 

4.  Author  of  Faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  Eyes  ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  Gift  ! 
My  Soul  without  it  dies  ! 

H    Y    M    N      LXXVIL 

I.  pATHER  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hearr 
JC     Our  eanieit  fuit  for  Abra'ms  Seed  ! 

Juitly 


C    69    ) 

Juftly  they  claim  the  fofteft  Pray'r 
From  us,  adopted  in  their  Stead  : 

Who  Mercy  through  their  Fall   obtain, 
And  Chrift  by  their  Rejection  gain. 

2*  Outcafts  from  thee  and  fcatter'd  wide 
Through  ev'ry  Nation  under  Heav'n 
Blafpheming  whom  they  crucify 'd, 
Unfav'd,  unpity'd,   unforgiv'n. 

Branded  like  Cain,  they  bear  the  Load, 
Abhorr'd   of  Men,  and  curs'd  of  God. 

?..  But  haft  thou  finally  forfook, 
Forever  caft  thy  own  away  .? 
Wilt  thou  not  bid  the  Murd'rers  Look 
On  him  they  pierc'd,  and  weep  and  pray  f 
Yes  grac'ous  Lord,  thy  Word  is  paft  : 
All   Ifrael  mall  be  fav'd  at  laft. 

4.  Come  then,  thou  great  deliverer   come  ! 
The  Veil  from  Jacob's  Heart  remove  ! 
Receive  thy  ancient  People  Home  ; 
That  quieken'd  by  thy  dying  Love, 
The  World   may  their  Reception  find; 
Life  from  the  Dead  for  all  Mankind. 

HYMN       LXXVIIL 

Baptlfm. 

1.  THATHERof  Heav'n,  we  Thee  addreii 
a      (  Obedience  is   our  View  ) 

Accept  us   in  thy  Son  ;  and  Blels 
The  Work  we  have  to  do. 

2.  Jefus,  as  Water  wrell  applied 

Will  make  the  Body  clean  ; 
So  in  the  Fountain  of  thy  Side 
Wain  Thou  the  Soul  from  Sin. 

£  3  9.  Celefti- 


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3.  Celeftial  Dove,  defcend  from  High, 

And  on  the  Water  brood ; 
And  with  thy  quick'ning  Pow'r  apply 
The  Water  and  the  Blood. 

4.  Great  God,  Three-One,  again  we  call, 

And  our  Requefts  renew, 
Accept  in  Chrill ;  and  blefs  withal 
The  Work  we've  now  to  do. 

H   Y  M   N      LXXIX. 

The   FromWd  Land, 

1 .  Tp  A  R  from  thefe  narrow  Scenes  of  Night, 
Jl      Unbounded  dories  rife, 

And  Realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  Mortal  Eyes. 

2.  There   Pain  and  Sicknefs  never  come, 

And  Grief  no  more  complains  ; 
Health  Triumphs  in   Immortal  Bloom, 
And   endlefs  Pleafure  reigns. 

3.  No  Cloud  thole  blilsful  Regions  know, 

For  ever   bright   and  fair  ! 
For   Shi,  the  lource  of  mortal  Woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4.  There  no  alternate   Night  is  known, 

Nor   Sim's   faint   fickly  Ray  ; 
But  Glory   from   the   facred  Throne 
Spreads   eve:  lading  Day. 

5.  O  may  the  heav'nly  ProfpccT;  fire 

Our  Hearts  with  ardent  Love, 
Till  Wings  of  Faith,  and  ftrong  Defire 
Bear  ev'ry   Thought  above. 

6.  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  Grace  Divine 

For 


C    7*    ) 

For  thy   bright  Courts  on   High  ; 
Then  bid  our  Spirits  rile  and  join 
The  Chorus  of  the  Sky. 

HYMN      LXXX 

1.  Tp  R  O  M  all   that   dwell  below  the  Skies, 
J?     Let  the  Creator's  Praife    arife  : 

Let   the  Redeemer's    Name  be   fung, 
Thro'  ev'ry  Land,  by  ev'ry  Tongue. 

2.  Eternal   are  thy  Mercies,  Lord; 

Eternal  Truth    attends   thy  Word  : 
Thy  Praife  fhall  found  from  Shore  to  Shore, 
Till  Suns  fhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

H    Y    M    N      LXXXI. 

Queen  of  Sbeba* 

f.   Tp  ROM  Sheba   a  diftant   Report 
Jl      Of  Solomon's  Glory  and    Fame, 
Invited   the   Queen  to  his   Court, 

But  all  was  outdone    when  me  came  ; 
She   cry'd   with  a  Plealing  Surprize, 

When  firft  fhe  before  him  appear'd, 

<<  How  much,  what   I  fee  with  my  Eyes, 

"  Surpafles   the  Rumour   I  heard." 

2.  When  once   to  Jerufalem  come, 

The  Treafiire  and   Train  fhe  had  brought. 
The  Wealth  fhe  poffefled  at  home, 

No  longer  had  Place  in  her  Thought  : 
His  Houfe,  his  Attendants,  his  Throne, 

All  ftruck  her  with  Wonder  and  Awe  ; 
The  Glory  of  Solomon   fhone, 

In  every  Object,  fhe  faw. 

3.  But  Solomon  mofl  fhe  admir'd, 

Whofe  Spirit  conducted  the  Whole  ; 

E  4  His 


C    72   ) 

His  AVifdom,  which  God  had  infpir'd, 
His    Bounty  and  Greatnefs   of  Soul ; 

Of  all  the  hard  Queftions  fhe  put, 
A   ready  Solution  he  fhew'd  ; 

Exceeded  her  Wifh  and  her  Suit, 

And  more  than   fhe  afk'd  him  beftow'd. 

}.  Thus   I  when  the  Gofpel   proclaim'd 

The  Saviour's   great  Name   in  my  Ears, 
The   Wifdom   for  which  he  is  fam'd, 

The   Love   which  to  Sinners  he  bears  ; 
I  long'd,  and   I  was  not  deny'd, 

That    I  in  his    Prefence  might  bow  j 
I  faw,  and  tranfported   I  cry'd, 

"  A  greater  than  Solomon  Thou  1  •' 

$.  My  Confcience  no  Comfort  could  find, 

By  Doubt  and  hard  Queftions  oppos'd  ; 
But  he  reftor'd  Peace  to  my  Mind, 

And  anfwer'd  each  Doubt  I  propos'd  ! 
Beholding  me  poor  and  Diftrefs'd, 

His  Bounty  fupply'd   all  my  Wants  ; 
My   Pray'r  could  have  ne'er  exprefs'd 

So  much  as  this  Solomon  grants. 

6.  I  heard,  and  was  flow  to  believe, 

But  now   with  my   Eyes   I  behold, 
Much  more  than   my  Heart  could  conceive. 

Or   Language   could  ever  have  told  : 
How  happy  thy  Servants  muft  be, 

Who  always  before  thee  appear  ! 
Vouchafe,  Lord,  this   Blefung  to  me, 

I  find  it  is  good  to  be  here. 

II    Y    M    N        LXXXIL 

r.   /^  ETHSEMANK,  thou  dolefome  Place, 
v_X  Near  Cedron's  Brook  to  which  the  Lamh> 

Who 


C    73    ) 

Who  love'd  to  be  in  loneiinefs 

With  his  Difciples  often  came, 
Where  out  of  boundlefs  Love  to  me, 
He  wreftled  in  an  Agony. 

2.  There,  quite  o'erwhelm'd  wih  Grief,  he  faid  * 
"My  Soul  is  forrowful  to  Death" 

And  fufFring  freely  in  my  Stead, 

He  drank  the  bitter  Cup  of  Wrath  ; 

Now  on  his  Knees,  then  on  his  Face, 

He  weeps,  and  fweats,  and  bleeds  and  prays. 

3.  So  lov'd  me  the  Eternal  God, 
That  he  became  the  Son  of  Man, 
And  took  my  Sins'  prodigious  Load. 
My  Soul  admire  his  gracious  Plan  ! 

Thy  Stripes,  thy  Guilt  and  Curfe  he  bore  ; 
Believe  and  thankfully  adore. 

H    Y    M    N      LXXXIIL 

Praife  to    the  Trinity . 

GLORY,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; 
Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory, 
Sing  his  Praifes  round  the  Sky. 

Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  moft  kind  ; 
Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory, 
Heav'n  and  Earth,  and  Sky  be  join'd 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 
Holy  is  the  Lord  of  Hefts  ; 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 
FATHER,  SON,   and  HOLY  GHOST. 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 
Worthy  is  the  LAMB  of  GOD  , 
Worthy,  worthy,  worthy,  worthy, 

E  5  Who 


C    74    ) 

Who  lov'd  and  wafli'd  us  in  his  Blood. 

HYMN       LXXXIV* 

Evening. 

1.  jf*$  LORY,  to  thee,  my  God,  this  Night, 
\J  For  all  the  Bleflings  of  the  Light  , 

Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  Kings, 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  Wings. 

2.  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
Whatever  ills  this  Day  I've  done  ; 

That  with  the  World,  my  felf,  and  Thee, 
I'  ?ere  I  fleep,    at  Peace  may  be. 

3.  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  Grave  as  little  as  my  Bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  fo  I  may 
Triumphing  rife  at  the  laft  Day 

4.  O  may  my  Soul  on  Thee  repofe, 

And  with  fweet  Sleep  my  Eye- Lids  clofe; 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  ferve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5.  Let  my  bleft  Guardian,  while  I  fleep, 
Clofe  to  my  Bed  his  Vigils  keep  ; 
Let  no  vain  Dreams  diiturb  my  Reft. 
Nor  Pow'rs  of  Darknefs  me  moleft. 

6.  Praife  God  from  whom  all  Bleflings  flow, 
Praife  him  all  Creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,   ye  heav'nly  Hoft, 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

HYMN      LXXXV 

Sick-bed  Devotion  :   Or,  Pleading  without  repining. 

1.  /^  OD   of  my  Life,  look  gently  down, 
VJT  Behold  the  Pains  I  fccL 

Bur 


C    75    ) 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  Throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  Will. 

2.  Difeafes  are  thy  Servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy   Command  : 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  Word, 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  Hand. 

3.  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  Cries, 

Remove  thy  lharp  Rebukes  : 
My  Strength  confumes,  my  Spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  Strokes. 

4.  Crum'd  as  a  Moth  beneath   thy  Hand, 

We  moulder  to  the   Duft  ; 
Our  feeble  Pow'rs  can  ne'er  withltand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

[5.  This  mortal  Life  decays  apace, 
How  foon  the  Bubble's   broke  ! 
Adam  and  all  his  num'rous  Race 
Are  Vanity  and  Smoke.] 

*,  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 
As  all  my  Father's  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  Summons  hear. 

7.  But  if  my  Life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
Before  my   laft  remove, 
Thy  Praife  mall  be  my  Buis'nefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  Love. 

H    Y   M    n      1  xxxvi, 

I.  /^OD   of  my  Salvation,  hear, 
VJT  And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  Bleffing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  Guilt,   alas  !   I  am, 


C   76   ) 

But  to  thy  Wounds  for  Refuge  flee  : 

Friend  of  Sinners,  fpotleis  Lamb, 

Thy  Blood  was  ihed  for  me. 

2.  Standing  now  as  newly  flain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  Eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  Grief  and  Pain, 

Thy  Blood  is  always  nigh  : 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame 

Thou  art  and  will  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  Sinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  Blood  was  ihed  for  me. 

3.  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  Grace  procure, 
Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'ft,  am  poor  : 
Duft  and  Afhes  is  my  Name, 
My  all  is  Sin  and  Mifery  : 
Friend  of  Sinners  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy   Blood  was  ihed  for  me. 

4.  No  good  Word,   or  Work  or  Thought, 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  Grace  : 
Pardon  I  accept  ulibought, 

Thy  Proffer  I  embrace  : 
Coming,  as  at  firft  I  came, 
To  take  and  not  bellow  on  thee  : 
Friend  of  Sinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  Blood  was  flied  for  me. 

5.  Saviour  from  thy  wounded  Side 

I  never  wall  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  Spirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  Heart, 
Till  my  Place  above  I  claim, 
This  only  fhall  be   all  my  Plea, 

Friend  of  Sinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  Blood  was  ihed  for  iue. 

HYMN 


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C    77    ) 
HYMN      LXXXVn. 

Light  /Joining   out   of  Darknefs. 

OD  moves  in  a  Myfterious  Way 
His  Wonders  to  perform, 
He  plants  his  Footfteps  in  the  Sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  Storm, 

2.  Deep  in  unfathomable  Mines 
Of  never  failing  Skill. 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  Defigns, 
And  works  his  Sov'reign  Will. 

.3.  Ye  fearfull  Saints  frefli  Courage  take  9 
The  Clouds  ye  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  Mercy,  and  mall  break 
In   Bleilings   on  your  Head. 

4.  Judge  not  the    Lord  by  feeble  Senfe, 

But  truft  him  for  his  Grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  fmiHiio-  Face. 

o 

5.  His  Purpofes  will  ripen  fait, 

Unfolding   ev'ry  Hour, 
The  Bud  may  have  a  bitter  Taft, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  Flov'r. 

6.  Blind  Unbelief  is  fure  to  err, 

And  fcan  his  Work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  Interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

H     Y     M     N       LXXXVIII. 

A  Morning   Hymn, 

l .   f^  O  D  of  the  Morning,  at  whofc  Voice 
V-T  The  chearful  Sun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
And  like  a  Giant  doth  rejoice 

To 


C    78    ) 

To  run  his  Journey  thro'  the  Skies  ; 

2.  From  the  fair  Chambers  of  the  Eafl 

The  Circuit   of  his  Race  begins, 
And  without   Wearinefs  or  Reft, 

Round  the   whole  Earth  he  flies  and  mines 

3.  Oh,  like  the  Sun,  may  I  fulfil 

Th'    appointed  Duties  of  the  Day, 
With  ready    Mind   and  active  Will 

March  on  and   keep  my  heav'nly  Way. 

[4.  But  I  mall  rove  and   lofe  the  Race, 
If  G  o  d,  my  San,  mould  difappear, 
And  leave   me  in  this  World's  wild  Maze, 
To  follow  ev'ry   wand'ring  Star.] 

5.  Lord,  thy  Commands  arc  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightning  our  beclouded  Eyes  ; 
Thy  Threat'nings  juft,  thy  Promife  fure  : 
Thy  Gofpel  makes  the  Limple  wife. 

6,  Give  me   thy  Counfel  for   my    Guide, 

And  then  receive   me  to  thy  Blifs  ; 
All  my  Defires   and    Hopes   befide 

Are  faint   and  cold  compared  with  this. 

HYMN         LXXXIX. 

The   Apofiles   Commiffion* 

1.  "f^O  preach  my  Gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 
vJ    "  Bid  the  whole  Earth    my  Grace  re« 
ceive  : 
«  He  mall  be  fav'd  that  truft  my  Word  ; 
"  Ke    mall  be  damn'd   that  won't  believe, 

£2.  "  I'll  make  your   great  Commiflicn  known, 
"   And  you      Kill    prove  my  Gofpel  true, 
«  By  all  the   W  orks  that  I  have  done, 

■  By 


a 


(     79     ) 

«  By  all  the  Wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

],  <c  Go  heal  the  Sick,  go  raife  the  Dead, 
i(  Go  caft  out  Devils  in  my  Name  ; 
"  Nor  let   my  Prophets  be  afraid,         (pheme.) 
<<    Tho1   Greeks  reproach,    and    Jews    blaf- 

4.  "  Teach  all  the  Nations  my  Commands  ; 
"I'm  with  you  till  the  World  fhall  end  ; 
«  All  Pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  Hands, 
"  I  can  deftroy,  and   can  defend.'* 

J.  He  fpake,  and  Light  fhone  round  his  Head  ; 
On  a  bright  Cloud  to  Heav'n  he  rode  j 
They  to  the  fartheft  Nations  fpread 
The  Grace  of  their   afcended  God. 

HYMN       XC. 

Charratter    of  Chrift. 

1.  f^O  worfhip  at   IMMANUEL's  Feet, 
VJT  See  in  his  Face  what  Wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  Worth,  his   Glory,  or  his  Grace. 

[2.  The  whole  Creation  can  afford 

But  fome  faint  Shadows  of  my  LORD  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  Beauties  known, 
Mult  mingle  Colours  not  her  own.] 

[3.  Is  he  compar'd  to  Wine  or  Bread  ? 

Dear  LORD  !  our  Souls  would   thus  be  fed  : 
That  Flefh,   that  dying  Blood  of  thine, 
Is  Bread  of  Life,  is  heav'nly  Wine. 

[4.  Is  he  a  Tree  ?  The  World  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  Leaves  : 
That  righteous  Branch,  that  fruitful  Bough, 
Is   David's  Root  and  Offspring  too.] 

Is.  fe 


C    so    ) 

£$.  Is  he  a  Rofe  ?   Not  Sharon  yields> 
Such  Fragrancy  in  all  her  Fields  : 
Or  if  the  Lilly  he  afliime, 
The  Vallies  blefs  the  rich  Perfume.] 

£6.  Is  he  a  Vine  ?  his  heav'nly  Root 
Supplies  the  Boughs  with  Life  and  Fruit. 
O  let  a  lading  Union  join 
My  Soul  to   CHRIST  the  living  Vine  !  ] 

[7.  Is  he  a  Head  ?  Each  Member  lives, 
And  owns  the  Vital  Pow'r  he  gives  ;. 
The   Saints  below  and  Saints  above, 
Join'd  by  his   Spirit   and  his  Love.] 

£8.  Is  he  a  Fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  Plague  of  Sin  and  Death  s 
Thefe  Waters  all  my  Soul  renew, 
And  cleanfe  my  fpotted  Garments  too.] 

£9.  Is  he  a  Fire  ?   He'll  purge  my   Drofs  : 
But  the  true  Gold  fuftalns  no  Lois  : 
Like  a  Refiner  ihall  he  fit, 
And  tread  the  Refufe  with  his  Feet.] 

£  10.  Is  he  a  Rock  ?    How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 
Yet  the  fweet  Streams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  Defart  thro'.] 

[11.  Is  he  a  Way  ?  He  leads  to  GOD, 
The  Path  is  drawn  in  Lines  of  Blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk  with  Hope  and  Zeal, 
•Till  I  arrive  at  Zion's   Hill.] 

£12.  Is  he  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 

Behold  the   Paftures  large  and  green  , 

A  Paradife  divinely   fair, 

None  but  the  Sheep  have  Freedom  there.] 

[13.  Is 


(     8i     ) 

[13-Ishe  defign'd  the  Corner- Stone, 
For  Men  to  build  their  Heav'n  upon  ? 
I'll  make  him  my  Foundation  too, 
Nor  fear  the  Plots  of  Hell  below.] 

[14.  Is  he  a  Temple  ?  I  adore 

Tli'  indwelling  Majelly  and  Pow'r  ; 
And  ftill  to  his  moft  Holy  Place, 
Whene'er   I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  Face.] 

[15.  Is  he  a  Star  ?   He  breaks   the  Night, 
Piercing  the    Shades  with  dawning  Light  i 
I  know  his  Glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright,  the  Morning  Star.] 

[16.  Is  he  a  Sun  ?   His  Beams  are  Grace, 
His  Courfe   is  Joy  and  Righteouihefs  ; 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  Clouds,  and  dry  their  Tears.] 

{[17.  O  let  'me  climb  tharfe  higher  Skies, 
Where  Storms  and  Darknels  never  rife  ! 
There  he  difplays  his   Pow  rs  abroad, 
And  mines   and   Reicms  th'  Incarnate  God.] 

18.  Nor  Earth,  nor  Seas,  nor  Sim,  nor  Stars, 
Nor  Heav'n  his  full  Refemblance  bears  ; 
His  Beauties  we  can  never  Trace, 
Till  we   behold  him   Face  to    Face. 

H    Y    M     N       XCI. 


G 


RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  Sound, 
Harmonious  to  the    Ear  ! 
Heav'n  with  the  Echo  fhall  refound, 
And  all  the    Earth  fhall  hear. 

Grace  firft    contriv'd  a  way 
To   fave   rebellious  Man  ; 
And  all  the   Steps,  that  Grace  difplay, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  Plan. 

F  3.  Grace 


C    82    ) 

g.  Grace  taught  my  roving  Feet 

To   tread  the   Heav'nly  Road  ; 
And  new   Supplies    each  Hour  I  meet, 
While  preiung  on  to  God. 

4.  Grace  all  the  Work   fliall   Crown, 

Thro'  everlafting   Days, 
It  lays  in   heav'n   the  Topmoft  Stone  ; 
And  well   deferves  the  Praife. 

H   Y   M   N     XCII. 

J.    f*  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  Ear, 
vJ  My   Complaint  vouchafe  to   hear  ; 
Sore   diftreft  with  Guilt  am  1, 
Give  me  Chrift,  or  elle   I   die. 

2.  Wealth  and  Honour  I  difdain, 
Earthly   Comforts  all  are  vain  j 

They   can  never   fatisfy, 
Give   me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die. 

3.  Lord  deny  me  what  thou  will, 
Only  take  away  my  Guilt  ; 

Mourning   at  thy    Feet  I  lie  ; 
Give  me    Chrift,  or  elfe  1  die, 

4.  All  Unholy  and  Unclean, 

I  am  finful,  vile  and  mean  ; 
But  to  Thee   for  Mercy  fly, 
Give  me   Chrift,  or  elle  I  die. 

j>.  Thou  doft  freely  fave  the  Loft  ; 
In  thy  Grace  alone  I   Trait  : 
Unto  Thee    I  lift  my  Cry, 
Give  me  Chrift,  or  elfe  I  die. 

6.  O  my  God,  what   fhall  I   fay  ? 
Take,  oh  take  my  Sins  away  ! 
Jefu's  Blood  to   me  apply, 

Give 


C    83    ) 

Give  me   Chrift,  or  elfe  I    die. 

HYMN       XCIII. 

Triumph    over   Death, 

i.    /^>REAT  God,  I  own  thy  Sentence- juft  ; 
\y  And  Nature  mult  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  Body  to  the    Duft. 
To  dwell  with   Fellow-Clay. 

2.  Yet  Faith  may  Triumph  o'er   the  Graves, 

And  Trample  on  the  Tombs  ; 
My  Jems,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God  my  Saviour  comes. 

3.  The  mighty  Conqu'ror  fhall  apear 

High  on  a  Royal  Seat, 
And  Death,    the  laft  of  all  his  Foes, 
Lie  vanquifh'd  at  his  Feet. 

4.  Tho'  greedy  Worms  devour  my  Skin, 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  Flefh, 
When  God  fhall  build  my  Bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh  : 

5.  Then  mall  I  fee  thy  lovely  Face 

With  Strong  immortal  Eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  Grace. 
With  Pleamre  and  Surprize. 

H    Y     M    N        XCIV. 

1.  /"GREATEST  High-Prieft,  Saviour  Chrift, 
V_X  Who  for  me  waft  facrific'd  ; 

Make  my  Heart  thro'  thy  bleft  Paflion, 
To  thy  felf  a  pure  Oblation. 

2.  Thy  pure  Love  accepts  of  Nought, 
But  what  by  thy  Love  is  wrought  ; 

What's  not  of  thy  own  Formation, 

F  2  Ne'er 


C    84    ) 

Ne'er  attainetli  to  Salvation. 

3.  Kill  in  me  what  is  Unclean 
Kill  in  me  the  Root  of  Sin  ; 

Snatch  my  Heart  from  its  Pollution, 
And  th'old  Man's  entire  Confunon, 

4.  On  the  Altar  lay  the  Wood, 
And  confume  old  Adam's  Brood  : 

Source  of  all  celeltial  Graces. 
I  would  die  in  thine  Embraces.. 

5.  Lo,  at  length  it  mail  appear, 
That  the  Lord  has  heard  my  Pray'r; 

Lo,  e'en  in  my  prefent   Station, 
He'll  be  pleas'd  with  my  Oblation. 

HYMN      XCV. 

The  Effufion  of  the  Spirit  :  Or,   The  Succefs   of  ihe 
Gofpel. 

1.  /^<  REAT  was  the  Day,  the  Joy  was   great 
vJ  When  the  divine  Diiciples  met.  ; 

Whilft  on  their  Heads   the   Spirit  came, 
And  fat  like  Tongues  of  cloven  Flame. 

2.  What  Gifts,  what  Miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  Pow'r  to  kill,  and  Pow'r  to  lave  ! 
Fnriiifh'd  their  Tongues  with  wond'rous  WordSjp 
Inftead  of  Shields,  and  Speaks,  and  Swords, 

3.  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  die  Champion  forth, 
From  Eaft  to  Weft,  from  South  to  North  \ 
Go,  and  aflert  your  Saviour's  Caufe  : 

Go,  fpread  the  Myft'ry  of  his  Crofs, 

4.  Thefe  Weapons  of  the  holy  War, 
Of  what  Almighty  Force  they  are, 
To  make  our  ftubborn  Pa/lions  bow, 

And  lay  the  pro u deft:  Rebel  tow  !  5. 


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C  s?  ) 

5.  Nations,  the  Learned  and  the  Rude, 
Are  by  thefe  Heav'nly  Arms  fubdu'd  ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  Lofs, 

And  hates  the  Doctrine  of  the  Crofs. 

6.  Great  King  of  Grace  !  my  Heart  fubdue  ; 
I  would  be  led  in  Triumph  too, 

A  willing  Captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  ling  the  Vict'ries  of  his  Word. 

HYMN     XCVI. 

Chrijl    a  fure  Orchid. 

UIDE  me,  o  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  Barren  Land, 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 

Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  Hand  ; 
Bread  of  Heaven,  Bread  of  Heaven, 
Feed  me  till   I  want  no*  more. 

2.  Open  now  the  Cryftal  Fountain 

Whence  the  healing  Streams  do  flow, 
Let  the  fi'ry  cloudy  Pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  Journey  through  ; 
Strong  Deliverer,  Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  Hill  my  Strength  and  Shield. 

5.  When  I  tread  the  Verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  Fear  fubfide  ; 
Daath  of  Deaths,  and  Hell's   Deftruclion, 

Land  me  fafe  on  Canaan's    Side. 
Songs  of  Praifes,   Songs  of  Praifes, 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

HYMN         XCYTI. 

A  funeral  Thought.  , 

A.RK  !  from  the  Tombs  a  doleful   Sound, 
My  Ears  attend  the  Cry.  *'  Yo 


H 


C    86    ) 

"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  Ground, 
Where  you  mull  fhortly  lye. 

2.  "  Princes,  this  Clay  mult  be  your  Bed, 

"  In  fpite  of  all  your  Tow'rs  ! 
"The  Tall,  the  Wife,  the  Rev'rend  Head, 
"  muft  lye  as  low  as  ours." 

3.  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  f 

And  are  we  Hill  fecure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  Tomb, 
And  yet  Prepare  no  more  I 

4.  Grant  us  the  Pow'r  of  quick'ning  Grace, 

To  fit  our  Souls  to  fly  , 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  Flefh 
We'll  rife  above  the  Sky. 

HYMN        XCVIIL 

Afcention. 

1.  T  TAIL  the  Day  that  fees  him  rife, 
JlJL  Ravifh'd  from  our  wifhful  Eyes  ! 
Christ  a  while  to  Mortals  giv'n, 
Re-afcends  his  Native  Heav'n  : 
There  the  Pompous  Triumph  waits, 
Lift  your  Heads,  eternal  Gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  Scene  ! 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  ! 

2.  Him,  though  higheft  Heav'n  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  Earth  he  leaves  j 
Though  returning  to  his  Throne, 
Still  he  calls  Mankind  his  own  : 

Still  Tor  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  Death  he  pleads  ; 
Near  himfelf  prepares  our  Place, 
Harbinger  of  human  Race. 

3.  Ma- 


C    87    ) 

•3.  Matter  (may  we  ever  fay) 
Taken  from  our  Head  to-day 
See  thy  faithful  Servants,  fee, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 
Grant,  tho  parted   from  our  Sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  Height, 
Grant  our  Heart  may  thither  rife 
Following  thee  beyond  the  Skies. 

4.  Ever  upwards  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  Wings  of  Love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  mall  come, 
Longing,  gafping  after  Home  : 
There  we  Ihall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thy  glorious  Reign; 
There   thy  Face   unclouded  lee, 
Find  our  Heav'n  of  Heav'ns  in  thee. 

HYMN       XCIX, 

The    Nativity. 

i.  TJARK,  the  glad  Sound  !  the  Saviour   comes,, 
JTl  The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  ev'ry  Heart  prepare  a  Throne, 
And  ev'ry  Voice  a  Song. 

2.  On  him  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  iacred  Fire  ; 
Wifdom  and  Might,  and  Zeal,  and  Love, 
His  Holy  Breaft  infpire. 

3.  He  comes  the  Pris'ners  to  releafe, 

In   Satans  Bondage  held  ; 
The  Gates  of  Brafs  before  him  burft, 
The  Iron  Fetters  yield. 

4.  He  comes,  from  thickeft  films  of  Vice 

To  clear  the  mental  Ray  ; 
And  on  the   Eye-Balls  of  the  Blind 

F  4  To 


C    88    ) 

To  Pour   celeftial   Day. 

5.  He  comes  the  broken  Heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  Soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  Riches  of  his  Grace. 
T'  enrich  the  humble  Poor, 

6.  Our  glad  Hofannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  mail  proclaim  ; 
And  Heav'n's   Eternal  Arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  Name. 

HYMN       C. 

Bleffed  are  the  Dead  that  die  hi  the  Lord.  Rev.xiv,i  3.. 

1 .  T  T  EAR  what  the  Voice   from  Heav'n  pro- 
JlI.  For  all  the  pious  Dead,  (claims 

Sweet  is  the  Savour  of  their  Names. 
And  fbft    their  ileeping  Bed. 

2.  They  die  in  Jems,  and  are  blefT'd  ; 

How  kind  their  Slumbers  are  ! 
From   SufPrings  and  from  Sin  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  Snare. 

3.  Far  from  this  World  of  Toil  and  Strife, 

They're  prefent  with  the  Lord ; 
The  Labours  of  their  Mortal  Life 
End  in  a  large  Reward. 

h  y  M  N       ci. 

\%  T  T  E  comes  !  He  comes  !  The  Saviour  dear* 
JLa  The  Seventh  Trumpets  fpeaks  him  near  ; 
His  Light'nings  Flafli,  his  Thunders  roll, 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  Soul  ; 

Welcome,   welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
Welcome,   to  the  faithful   Soul. 

2.  From  Heav'n  angelic  Voices  found  ! 
See  the  Almighty  ^Tesus  crown 'd  1 

Girt 


C    89    ) 

Girt  with   Omnipotence  and  Grace, 
And   Glory  decks  the   Saviour's  Faoe  ; 

Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory, 

Glory   decks  the  Saviour's  Face. 

.  Defcending  on  his  Azure  ThrOne, 
He  claims  the   Kingdom  for  his   own"; 
The   Kingdoms   all   obey   his  Word, 
And  hail  him  their  Triumphant  Lord: 
Hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him, 
Hail  him  their  Triumphant  LORD. 

.  Shout  all  the  People  Of  the  Sky, 
And  all  the  Saints   of  the  molt  High  : 
Our  GOD,  who  now  his  Right  obtains; 
Eor  ever  and  for  ever  Reigns  ; 

Ever,  ever,  ever,  ever, 

Ever  and  for  ever  Reigns. 

.  The  Father  praife,  the  Son  adore*, 
The    Spirit  blefs  for  ever  more  ; 
Salvation's   glorious  Work  is  done, 
We  welcome  the  Great  Three  in  One  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, 
Welcome  the  Great  Three  in  One  ! 

HYMN       CII. 

HE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  Sinners  dies  ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  Daughters  weep  around 
A  Solemn    Darknefs  veils  the  Skies  ! 

A  iudden  Trembling  makes  the  Ground  ! 
Come,  Saints,  and  drop  a  Tear  or  two, 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  Load  ! 
He  fhed  a  Thoufand  drops  for  you, 
A  Thoufand  Drops  of  richer  Blood  ! 

2.  Come,  Sinners,  View  your  Saviour  Dead  ; 

And  weep  around  his  lonely  Tomb  ! 

Your  Hope,  your  Joy,  your  All  is  fled, 

F   5   *  For 


I. 


C     90     ) 

For  ah  !  your  Champion's  overcome  ! 
A  Conflict  with  the  Pow'rs  of  Hell 

Your  Saviour   did  for  you  fuftain  ; 
He  nobly  fought,  but  ah  !  he  fell  ! 

Break,  Hearts  of  Flint  !  the  Lamb  is  (lain  I 

3.  Here's  Love,  and  Grief,  beyond  Degree, 

The  LORD   of  Glory  dies  for  Men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  fudden  Joys  we  fee, 

JESUS,  the  Dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  riling  GOD  forfakes  the  Tomb  : 

(The  Tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  Rife) 
Cherubic  Legions  guard  him  home, 

And  lhout  him  welcome  to  the  Skies  ! 

4.  Break  off  your  Tears,  ye  Saints,    and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliv'rer  Reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd   the  Hofts   of  Hell, 

And  led  the  Monfter  Death  in  Chains, 
Say  :  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  ! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  ! 
Then  aik  the  M01  Jler— «  Where's  thy  Sting  ? 

"  And  where's  thy  VicVry,  boairing  Grave  I" 


1. 


II     Y     M     N       CUT. 

HOLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day    and  Night   they  ciy  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  fo  let  us  be  ! 

2.  Jefus  fee  my   panting  Breaft  : 
See  I  pant  in  thee  to   reft  ! 

Gladly   would  I  now  be  clean  : 
Cleanfe  me  now  from  ev'ry  Sin. 

3.  Fix,  Oh  !  fix  my  wav'ring  Mind  ; 
To  thy  Crofs  my  Spiut  bind  j 

Earthly   Pafiioiis  far  remove : 

Swal- 


C     9i     ) 

Swallow  up  our  Souls  in  Love. 

4.  Duft  and  Afhes  though  we  be, 
Full   of  Guilt  and  Mifery, 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God  : 
Take  the  Purchafe   of  thy  Blood  ! 

5.  Who  in  Heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th*  Atonement  now  receives  : 

He   with  Joy  beholds  thy  Face, 
Triumphs   in  thy  pard'ning  Grace. 

6.  See  ye  Sinners,  fee  the  Flame 
Riling   from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb  ; 

Marks  the  New,  the  living  Way, 
Leading  to  eternal  Day  ! 

7.  Jefu,  when  this   Light  we  fee, 
All  our  Soul's   athirft  for  thee  : 

When  thy   quick'ning  Pow'r  we  prove, 
All  our  Heart  diflblves  in  Love. 

8.  Boundlefs  Wifdom,  Pow'r  divine, 
Love  unfpeakable  are  thine  ! 

Praife  by   all  to  thee  be  giv'n 

Sons   of  Earth,  and  Hofts   of  Heav'n. 

HYMN      CIV. 

Ho/anna  to  Chrijl,    Matt.  xxi.  9.     Luke  xix.  38,  4c. 

1.  UOSSANNA  to   the  Royal  Son 

Of  David's  ancient  Line, 
His  Nature's   Two,  his  Perfon  One, 
Myfterious  and   Divine. 

2.  The  Root  of  David  here  we  find, 

And  Offspring  is  the  fame  ; 
Eternity   and  Time  are  join' d 
In  our  Immanuel's  Name. 

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C     92     ) 

3.  Bleft'    He  that  comes  to  wretched  Men 

With  ^peaceful  News    from  Heav'n  ; 
Hofanna's   of  the  higheft   Strain 
To  Chriit  the  Lord  be  giv'n. 

4.  Let  Mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th*   Hofanna    on   their   Tongues, 
Left  Rocks  and  Stones  mould  rife,  and  break 
Their  Silence  into  Songs. 

HYMN         CV. 

The    blejfsdnefs  of  Cofpel  Times. 

1.  T   TOW  beauteous  are  their  Feet, 
11  Who  ftand  on  Zion's  Hill  ! 
Who  bring  Salvation  on  their  Tongues, 
And  Words  of  Peace  reveal ! 

1.  How  charming  is  their  Voice  ! 
How  fweet  the  Tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  -  King, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here/* 

3.  How  happy  are  our  Ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  Sound, 
Which  Kings  and  Prophets  waited  for, 
And  fought,  but  never  found  ! 

4.  How  blefled  are  our  Eyes 

That  fee  this  heav,nly  Light  ; 
Prophets  and  Kings  defir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  Sight  ! 

5.  The  Watchmen  join  their  Voice, 

And  tuneful  Notes  employ  ; 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  Songs, 

And  Defarts  learn  the  Joy. 

6.  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  Arm 

Thro'  all  the  Earth  abroad  : 

Le* 


C    93    ) 

Let  ev'ry  Nation  now  beholcj 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

H     Y     M    N       CV1, 

Ch rift's    dying  Love  :    Or,  Ozir  Pardon    bought    at 
a  dear  Price, 

I.  T  TOW  condefcending,  and  how  kind, 
JL1  Was  God's  Eternal  Son  ! 
Our  Mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  Mind, 
And  Pity  brought  him  down. 

[2.  When  Juftice,  by  our  Sins  provok'd 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  Sword, 

He  gave  his  Soul  up  to  the  Stroke, 

Without  a  murm'ring  Word, 

3.  He  funk  beneath  his  heavy  Woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  Throne  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  Gift  his  Hand  beftows, 
But  coft  his  Heart  a  Groan.] 

4.  This  was  Companion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  Price  of  Pardon  was  his   Blood, 
His  Pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5.  Now  tho'  he  reigns  exalted  High, 

His  Love  is  flill  as  great  ; 

Well  he  remembers   Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  Saints  forget. 

[6.  Here  we  behold  his  Bowels  roll 
As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  Sorrows  of  his  Soul 
Bleed  thro'  his  wounded  Side.] 

[7.  Here   we   receive  repeated  Seals 
Of  Jefus'  dying  Love  : 
Sard  is  the  Wretch  that  never  feels 

Otie 


C    94    ) 

One  foft  Affection  move.] 

8.  Here  let  our  Hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  Death  record, 
And  with  our  Joy  for  pardon'd  Guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN      CVH. 

Ths  Safety    and  Protection   of  the  Churchy     Ifa.  xyvi. 
i>  2,  3,  4,  S>  6. 

1 .  "LJ  O  W  honourable  is  the  Place, 
A      Where  we  adoring  Hand, 

Sion  the   Glory  of  the  Earth, 
And  Beauty  of  the  Land  ! 

2.  Bulwarks  of  mighty  Grace  defend 

The  City  where  we  dwell  ; 
The  Walls,  of  ftrong  Salvation  made, 
Defy  th'   AiTaults  of  Hell. 

3.  Lift  up  the   Everl ailing  Gates, 

The  Doors  wide  open  fling  ; 
Enter  ye  Nations  that  obey 
The  Statutes  of  our   King. 

4.  Here  mall  you  tafte  unmingled  Joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  Peace  ; 
You  that  have   known  Jehovah's    Name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  Grace. 

5.  Truft  in   the   Lord,  for   ever  Truft, 

And  banim   all  your  Fears  , 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah   dwells ; 
Eternal   as  his  Years. 

6.  What   though  the  Rebels   dwell  on  High, 

His  Arm  mall  bring  them  low  ; 
Low  as  the  Caverns  of  the   Grave, 
Their  lofty  Head  mall  bow. 

7.  On 


C     9?     ) 

7.  On  Babylou  our  Feet   fhall  tread, 
In  that  rejoicing  Hour; 
The  Ruins  of  her  Walls  fhall  fpread 
A  Pavement  for  the  Poor. 

H   Y   M  N.    CVHL 

True   Hapfinefs. 

1.  UOW  happy  is  the  Cmiftian's    State  \ 

His    Sins  are   all  forgiven  ; 
A  cheering  Ray   confirms   the  Grace, 
And   lifts   his    Hopes  to   Heav'n. 

2.  Tho'   in  the  rugged  Path  of  Life, 

He   heaves  the  penfive  Sigh  ; 
Yet   trufting  in  his   Gcd  he  finds 
Deliv'rino-   Grace  is  nigh. 

3.  If,  to  prevent  his  wand' ring  Steps, 

He   feels   the    charVning  Rod  ; 
The  gentle    Stroke  mall  bring  him   back 
To    his  forgiving  God. 

4.  And  when  die  welcome  Menage  comes 

To  call  his   Soul  away  ; 
His   Soul,  in  Raptures  fhall  afcend 
To  everlafting   Day. 

HYMN       CIX. 

A  Profpett    of  the    RefurrcBion. 

i.  IJOW  long  fhall  Death  the  Tyrant  reign, 
And  triumph    o'er  the  juft, 
While  the  rich  Blood  of  Martyrs  flain 
Lies  mingled  with  the   Dull  ? 

2.  When  fhall  the  tedious  Night  be  gone  ? 
When  will  our   Lord  appear  ? 
Our  fond  Defires  would  pray  liim  down, 

Our 


C   96   ) 

Cur  Love  embrace  him  here, 

3.  Let  Faith  arife,  and  climb  the  Hills. 

And  from  afar  defcry 
How  cliftant  are  his  Chariot  Wheels, 
And  tell  how  faft  they  fly. 

4.  Lo,  I  behold  the  fcatt'ring  Shades, 

The  Dawn  of  Heav'n  appears, 
The  fweet  Immortal  Morning  fpreads 
Its  Blufhes  round  the  Spheres, 

5.  I  fee  the  Lord  of  Glory  come, 

And  flaming  Guards  around  ! 
The  Skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  Trumpet  fhakes  the  Ground. 

(}.  I  hear  the  Voice  !  "  Ye  Dead  arife  ;  " 
And  lo,  the   Graves  obey, 
And  waking  "Saints  with  joyful  Eyes 
Salute  th'  expected  Day. 

7.  They  leave  the  Duft,  and  on  the  Whig 

Rife  to  the  middle  Air,, 
In  fhining  Garments  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore   him  there. 

8.  O  may  my  humble   Spirit  fland 

Among!!  them  cloth'd    hi   wliite  ! 
The  meaneft  Place  at  his  Right  Hand 
Is  infinite    Delight. 

0.  How  will  our  Joy  and  Wonder  rife, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  thro'  the  Skies 
On  Love's  triumphant  Wing  i 

H  Y    M    N      CX 

Happy    Frailty. 

1.  UOW  meanly  dwells  th'  immortal  Mind 
"  How  vile  thefe  Bodies  are  !  Why 


C    97    ) 

Why  was   a  Clod  of  Earth,  defign'd 
T'   enclofe   a  heav'nly  Star  ? 

2.  Weak  Cottage  where    our  Souls  refide, 

This   Fleih  a   tott'ring  Wall  : 
The  frightfull    Breaches   gaping  wide, 
The  Buildings  bends  to   fall. 

3.  All   rouud  it   Storms   of  Sorrow  blow, 

And  Waves  of  Trouble  roll  ; 
Cold  Waves,  and  Winter  Storms,  beat  through, 
And  Pain  the   Tenant   Soul. 

4.  "  Alas,  how  frail   our  State  !"  faid   I, 

And  thus   went   mourning   on, 
Till  fudden  from  the   cleaving  Sky 
A   Gleam  of  Glory  fhone. 

5.  My   Soul  all  felt  the  Glory  come, 

And   breath'd  her  native  Air; 
Then  fhe   remember'd   Heav'n  her  Home, 
And  fhe   a  Pris'ner  here. 

6.  Straight  fhe  began  to   change   her   Key, 

And  joyful  in  her    Chains, 
She  fung  the  Frailty   of  her   Clay 
In   pleafurable   Strains. 

7.  i(   How  weak  the  Pris'n  is  where  I  dwell  ! 

"  This   Flefh  a  tott'ring   Wall  ! 

"  The   Breaches   chearfally   foretell, 

"  The    Houfe  muft  fhortly  fall. 


11   No  more   my  Friends,  fhall   I  complain, 
«•  Tho'   all  my  Heart  Stiings  ake, 

tl  Welcome  Difeafe,  and  ev'ry  Pain, 
That  makes  the   Cottage  fliake. 

"   I   have   a   Manfion  built   above, 
"  By  the   eternal  Hand^ 

G  « An4 


C    98    ) 

ee  And  mould  the   Earth's   old  Bafis  mov 
"  My  Keav'nly  Houfe  muft  ftand. 

10.  <<  Yes  for   'tis  there  my  Saviour  Reigns  ; 

"  (  I  long  to  fee   my  God  ) 
(<   And   his   immortal   Strength  fuftains 
«   The  Purchafe  of  his   Blood. 

11.  te    Hark,  from  on  High   my   Saviour  call 
"   I   come,  my   Lord,  my  Love  ; 

<<  Devotion  breaks  the  Prifon  Walls, 
<e  And   fpeeds  my  lafl  Remove." 

H    Y    M     N        CXI. 

Juflruflion  from   Scripture,   Pfalm  cxix. 

Vers  9. 

1.  T   T  O  W  fhall  the  Young  fecure  their  Heal 
1   1  And  guard  their  Lives  from  Sin  ? 

Thy  Word  the  choicell  Rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  Confcience  clean. 

Vers   130. 

2.  When  once  it  enters  to  the  Mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  Light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  Souls  Inftrucliion  find. 
And   raife  their  Thoughts  to  G  o  d. 

Vers    105. 

3.  'Tis  like  the   Sun,    a  heav'nly  Light, 

That  guides  us    all  the  Day  ; 
And  thro'  the   Dangers  of  the  Night, 
A  Lamp  to  lead  our  Way. 

Vers  99,  100. 

4.  The  Men  that  keep  thy  Law  with  Care, 

And  meditate  thy  Word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  Teachers   are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Vers 


C     99     ) 

Vers  104,  113. 

5.  Thy  Precepts  make  me  truly  wife ; 

I  hate   the  Sinner's  Road  ; 
I   hate  my   own  vain  Thoughts   that  rife, 
But  love  thy  Law,   my  God 

Vers  89,  90,  91. 

6.  [The  flarry    Heav'ns  thy  Rule  obey, 

The    Earth  maintains  her  Place  : 
And  thefe   thy  Servants  Night  and  Day, 
Thy  Skill  and  Pow'r  exprefs. 

7.  But  ftill  thy  Law  and  Gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  Lenons  more  divine ; 
Not  Earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  Word, 
Nor  Stars  fo  nobly  mine.] 

Ver.   160,  140.   9,   116. 

8.  Thy  Word  is  everlafting  Truth, 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  Page  ! 
That  holy  Book  mall  guide  our   Youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  Age. 

H    Y    M    N       CXII. 

Faith  in  Chrijl  for  Pardon  a?id  Santtifi cation, 

1 .  TTOW  fad  our  State  by  Nature  is  ! 
Xi.  Our  Sin  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  Minds' 

Faft  in  his  flavifh  Chains. 

2.  But  there's  a  Voice  of  Sov'reign  Grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  Word  ; 
Ho  !  ye  defpairing  Sinners  come, 
And  truft  upon  the  Lord. 

5.  My  Soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  Call, 
And  runs  to  this  Relief  ; 
I   would  believe  thy  Promife  Lord  ; 

O  !   help  my  Unbelief.  G  2        £4. 


C  ioo  )   - 

[4.  To  the  dear  Fountain  of  of  thy  Blood, 
Incarnate  God  !  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  warn  my  fpotted  Soul 
From  Crimes  of  deepen:  dye. 

5.  Stretch  out  thine  Arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  Sins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  Dragon  from  his  Seat, 
With  all  his  helliih  Crew.] 

6.  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  Worm 

On  thy  kind  Arms  I  fall  : 
Be  thou  my  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  AH. 

HYMN        CXI1X 

God   Holy,  jrtft,    and  Sovereign. 

1.  TT  O  W  mould  the  Sons  of  Adam's  Race 

Be  pine  before  their  God! 
If  he  contend  in  Righteoufnefs. 
We  fall  beneath  his  Rod. 

2.  To  vindicate  my  Words  and  Thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more   Pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  all  my   thoufand  Faults 
Can  bear  a  juft  Defence. 

3.  Strong  is  his  Arm,  his  Heart  is  wife  ; 

What  vain  Prefumers  dare 
Againft  their  Maker's  Hand  to  rife 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  War  ? 

[4.  Mountains  by  his  Almighty  Wrath 
From  their  old  Seats   are  torn  ; 
He  makes  the  Earth,  from  South  to  North, 
And  all  her  Pillars  mourn. 

5.  He  bids  the  Sun  forbear  to  rife  ; 
Th'  obedient  Sun  forbears  : 

His 


C    ioi    ) 

His  Hand  with  Sackcloth  fpreads  the  Skies, 

And  Seals  up  all  the  Stars. 
<>.  He  walks  upon  the  ftormy  Sea  ; 

Flies  on  the  ftormy  Wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  Way, 

Or  his  dark  Footft  eps  find.] 

HYMN      CXIV. 

The  Works  of  Mops  and  the  Lamb,   Rev.  xv.    3. 

1.  T  TOW  ftrong  thine  Arm  is,  mighty  God  A 
JljL  Who  would  not  fear  thy  Name  i 

Jems,   how  fweet  thy  Graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2.  He  has  done  more  then  Mofes  did 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  ; 
From  Bonds  of  Hell  he  freed  our  Souls, 
And  taught  our  Lips  to  ling. 

3.  In  the  Read- Sea  by  Mofes'  Hand 

Th'  Egyptian  Holt  was  drown 'd  ; 
But  his  own  Blood  hides  all  our  Shis, 
And  Guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4.  When  thro'  the  Defart  Ifrael  went, 

With  Manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Our   Lord  invites  us  to  his  Fleih, 
And  calls  it  Living  Bread. 

5.  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  Land, 

Yet  never  reach' d  the  Place  ; 
But  Chriit  mail  bring  his  Followers  home, 
To  fee   his  Father's  Face. 

6.  Then  fhall  our  Love  and  Joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  Flame, 
And  fweeter  Voices  tune  the  Song 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

G  3  HYMN, 


C     ioa    ) 
HYMN       CXV. 

The  Name   of  Jefus. 

1 .  T  TOW  fweet  the  Name  of  Jefus  founds 
JTX  In  a  Believers  Ear  I 

It  fooths  his  Sorrows,  heals  his  Wounds, 
And  diives  away  his  Fear. 

2.  It  makes  the  wounded  Spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  Breaft  ; 
'Tis  Manna  to  the  hungry  Soul  j 
And  to  the  weary  reft. 

j.  Dear  Name  !  the  Rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  Shield  and  hiding  Place  , 
My  never-failing  Treas'ry  mTd 
With  boundlefs  Stores  of  Grace. 

4.  By  thee  my  Pray'rs  Acceptance  gain, 

Altho  with  Sin  defU'd  ; 
Satan  accufes  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'cl  a  Child. 

5.  Jefus  .'    my  Shepherd,  Hufband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Prieft  and  King  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End> 
Accept  the  Praife  I  bring. 

6.  Weak  is  the  Effort  of  my  Heart, 

And  cold  my  warmeft  Thought  ; 
But  when  I  fte  thee  as  thou  art 
I'll  praife  thee  as  I  ought  ! 

7.  Till  then  I  would  thy  Love  proclaim 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  Breath  ; 
And  may  the  Mufic  of  thy  Name 
Refrefh  my  Soul  in  Death. 


HYMN, 


C    103    ) 
HYMN       CXVI. 

Love   to  the  Creatures  is  dangerous, 

j.  T  TOW  vain  are  all  Things  here  below  1 
J~l  How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  Pleafure  hath  its  Poifon  too, 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  Snare. 

2.  The  brighteft  Things  below  the  Sky- 

Give  but  a  fiatt'ring  Light  ; 
We  mould  fufpecl:  fome  Danger  nigh, 
Where  we  poflefs  Delight. 

3.  Our  deareft  Joys,  and  neareft  Friends, 

The  Partners  of  our  Blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  Minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4.  The  Fondnefs  of  a  Creature's  Love 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  Senfe  ! 
Thither  the  warm  AfFecftions  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5.  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  Beauties  be 

My  Soul's  Eternal  Food  ; 
And  Grace  command  my  Heart  away 
From  all  created  Good. 

H     Y     M     H       CXVII. 

The   Wov.ders   of  redeeming   Love. 

1 .  T_JO  W  wondrous  are  the  Works  of  God, 
L  ■*•  Difplay'd  thro'  all  the  World  abroad  ! 
Immenfely  great  !  Immenfely  fmall  ! 

Yet  one  ftrange  Work  exceeds  them  all. 

2.  He  form'd  the  Sun,  fair  fount  of  Light ; 

G  4  The 


C    104   ) 

The  Moon,  and  Stars  to  rule  the  Night  ; 
But  Night,  and  Stars,  and  Moon,  and  Sun, 
Are  little  Works  compar'd  with  One. 

3.  He  roll'd  the   Seas  and  Spread  the  Skies  ; 
Made  V allies  fink  and  Mountains  rife  ; 

The  jvieadows  cloth'd  with  Native  Green  ; 
And  bade  the  Rivers  glide  between. 

4.  But  what  are  Seas,  or  Skies,  or  Hills' 
Or  verdant  Vales,  or  gliding  Rills, 

To  Wonders  Man  was  born  to  prove  ? 
The  Wonders  of  redeeming  Love  ! 

5.  'Tis  far  beyond  what  Words  exprefs, 
What  Saints  can  feel,   or  Angels  guefs  ; 

Angels,  that  Hymn  the  Great  1  AM, 
Fall  down  and  veil  before  the  Lamb. 

6.  The  higheft  Heav'ns  are  lhort  of  this, 
'Tis  deeper  then  the  vafc  Abyfs, 

'Tis  more  than  Thought  can  e'er  conceive, 
Or  Hope  expect,   or  Faith  believe. 

7.  Almighty  God   figh,d  human  Breath, 
The  Lord  of  Life  experienc'd  Death  ; 

How  it  was  done  we  can't  difcufs  ; 
But  this  we  know,  'twas  done  for  us. 

8.  Kleft  with  this  Faith  then  let  us  raife 
Our  Hearts  in  Love,  our  Voice  in  Praife, 

All  Things  to  us  mult  Work  for  Good, 
For  whom  the  Lord  hath  Ihed  his  Blood. 

o.  Trials  may  prefs  of  ev'ry  Sort  ; 

They  may  be  fore  ;  they  mull  be  fhort. 
We  now  believe  but  foon  fhall  view, 
The  greatcit  Glories  God  can  flicw. 

HYMN 


(    io?    ) 
HYMN       CXVIIL 

1.  T  AM,  faith  Chrift,    the  Way. 
X  Now  if  we  credit  him, 

All  other  Paths  muft  lead  aftray 
How  fair  foe'er  they  feem. 

2.  I  am,  faith  Chrift,  The  Truth. 

Then  all  that  lacks  this  Teft, 
Proceed  it  from  an  Angel's  Mouth, 
Is  but  a   Lie  at  bell. 

3.  I  am  faith  C  h  i  s  t,  the  Life. 

Let  this  be  {een  by  Faith, 
It  follows  without  further  Strife, 
That  all  befides  is  Death. 

4.  If  what  thofe  Words  aver, 

The  Holy  Ghoft  apply  ; 
The  fimpleit  Chriftian  mall   not  err, 
Nor  be  deceived  nor  die. 

H  Y  M  N      CXIX> 

1.  T  Alk'd  the  LORD  that  I  might  grow 
A  In  Faith,  and  Love,  and  ev'ry  Grace  5 

Might  more   of  his   Salvation  know, 
And  feek  more  earneilly  his  Face. 

2.  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus   to  pray; 

And  he,  I   trull,  has   anfwer'd  Pray'r  : 
But   it   has  been  in  fiich  a  Way 
As  almoft  drove  me  to  Defpair. 

3.  I  hop'd  that  in  fome  favour 'd  Hour, 

At  once  he'd  grant  me  my  Regueit  ; 

G  5  And 


C    106    ) 

And,  by  his   Love's  conftrainirig  Pow'r, 
Subdue  my  Sins,  and  give  me  Reft. 

4.  Inftead  of  this,  he   made  me   feel 
The  hidden  Evils  of  my  Heart, 
And  let  the  angry  Pow'rs  of  Hell 
Aflault  my  Soul  in  ev'ry   Part. 

j.  Yea  more,  with  his  own  Hand  he  feem'd 
Intent  to   agravate  my  Woe  ; 
Crofs'd  all  the  fair  Defigns  I  fchem'd, 
Blafted  my  Gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6.  LORD,  why  is   this  ?   I  trembling  cry'd  j 

Wilt  thou  purfue  thy  Worm  to  Death  ? 
'Tis  in  this   Way,  the  LORD  reply'd, 
I  anfwer  Pray'r  for   Grace  and  Faith. 

7.  Thefe  inward  Trials  I  employ 

From   Self  and  Pride  to  fet  thee  free, 
To  break  thy   Schemes  of  wordly  Joy, 
That   thou  may'ft  feek  thy    All  in  Me. 

hymn     cxx. 

Paul's   Voyage. 

1.  TF  Paul  in  Ccefar's  Court  muft  ftand/ 
JL  He  need  not  fear  the  Sea  ; 

Secur'd   from  Harm,  on   ev'ry   Hand, 
By   the   divine   Decree. 

2.  Altho'   the  Ship  wherein  he  fail'd, 

By   dreadful  Storms  was  tofs'd  ; 
The  promife  over  all  pre  vail*  d, 
And  not  a  Life  was  loft. 

3.  Jefus !  the  God  whom  Paul  ador'd, 

Who  faves  in  Time  of  need  ; 
Was  then  confefs'd  by  all  on  Board, 

A  prefent  Help  indeed  !  4.  Tho' 


C    107    ) 

4.  Tho'  neither  Sun  nor  Stars  were  feen 

Paul  knew  the  Lord  was  near  ; 
And  Faith  preferv'd  his  Soul  Serene, 
When   others  fliook  with  Fear. 

5.  Believers  thus  are  tofs'd  about 

On  Life's   tempelluous    Main ; 

But  Grace  aflures  beyond  a  Doubt 

They  mall  their  Port  attain. 

>.  They  muft,  they  fhall   appear  one  Day, 
Before   their  Saviour's  Throne  ; 
The  Storms  they   meet  with  by   the  Way, 
But  make  his  Power  known. 

7.  Their   Paflage   lies  acrofs  the  Brink 
Of  many  a  threat'ning  Wave; 
The   World  expedls  to  fee   them    link, 
But  Jefus  lives  to  fave. 

t.  Lord,  tho'  we  are  but  feeble  Worms, 
Yet  fince  thy   Word  is   paft ; 
We'll  venture  thro'   a  thoufand   Storms, 
To  fee  thy   Face   at  laft. 

HYMN       CXXI, 

Before   Baptif?n. 

1.  TF  glorious   Angels   do  rejoice 
JL  When  Sinners  turn  to    God, 

Let  us  unite  with  chearful   Voice 
To  ipread  his   Praife   abroad. 

2.  When  Jefus  unto  Jordan   came, 

And  was   baptiz'd  of  John, 
A   Voice  from  Heaven  did  proclaim 
'Tis    my  beloved    Son. 

3.  His   Minifters   he  fent  about 

To  preach  the   Word  of  Grace, 


And 


C    108    ) 

f    And  to  baptize  the  World  throughout, 
Who   mould  his   Truth  embrace. 

4.  Lord  we   have  here  before   your  Eyes, 

,Some  that  have   fet  their  Hands 

To  ferve  thee,  and   to    be  baptiz'd 

As  thou   didft   give   Command. 

5.  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 

For  his  abounding  Grace, 
In   this  the  Token  of  his  Love 
To  us  a  guilty   Race. 

6.  Let  us  employ  our  Tongues  to  ling 

The   Praifes  of  the  Lord, 
For  calling  Shiners  home  to  him 
By  his  all-powerful  Word. 

HYMN        CXXIL 

The  Ruin  of  Antichtift,  Ifai  63.  Ver.  4.  5,  6,  7. 

1.  <c  T  Lift  my   Banner,  faith  the  Lord, 

A  "  Where   Antichrift  has  ftood  ; 
"  The  City  of  mv  Gofpel-Foes 
"  Shall  be  a  Field  of  Blood. 

2.  <(  My  Heart  has  ftudied  juft  Revenge, 

<e  And  now  the  Day  appears, 
«  The  Day   of  my  Redeem 'd  is   come 
**  To  wipe  away  their  Tears. 

3.  <(  Quite  weary  is  my  Patience  grown. 

"  And  bids  my  Fury  go  ; 
"  Swift  as  the  Lightning  it  mall  move, 
ii  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4.  «  I   call  for  Helpers,  but  hi  vain  : 

"  Then  has  my  Golpel  none  \ 

"Well 


C    109    ) 

«  Well,  mine  own  Arm  has  Might  enough 
"  To   cruih  my  Foes  alone. 

5.  «  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  Sword 

*<  Shall  walk  the   Streets   around. 
"  Babel   fhall  reel  beneath  my  Stroke, 
"  And  ftagger  to  the   Ground.' ' 

6.  Thy  Honour,    O  victorious  King  ! 

Thine   own  Right- Hand  fhall  raife> 
While  we  thy  awful   Vengeance  ling, 
And   our  Deliv'rer  Praife. 

HYMN        CXXIII. 

Sight   through    a   Clafs,  and  Face    to  Face. 

C.   TLOVE  the  Windows  of  thy  Grace, 
A  Thro'  which  my   Lord  is  feen, 
And   long  to  meet   my  Saviour's   Face, 
Without  a  Glafs  between. 

g.  O  that  the  happy  Hour  were  come, 
To   change  my  Faith  to   Sight ! 
I  fhall   behold   my  Lord  at  Home, 
In  a  diviner  Light. 

3.  Hafte,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 
Thefe  interpofing  Days  ; 
Then   fhall  my   Paffions  all   be  Love, 
And   all   my  Pow'rs  be  Praife. 

H   Y   M   N      LXXIV. 

Not  ajbamed  of  the  GofpeL,  2  Tim.  i,  12. 
I.   T'M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 


Or   to  defend  his  Caufe, 
Maintain   the   Honour  of  his  Word, 
The  Glory  of  his  Crofs. 


t,  Jefus, 


C    "0    ) 

2.  Jems,  my  God  !  I  know  his  Name, 

His  Name  is   all  my  Trail  ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  Soul  to  Shame, 
Nor  let  my  Hope  be  loft. 

3.  Firm  as  his  Throne  his  Promife  Hands. 

And  he  can  well   fecure 
What  I've   committed  to  his  Hands, 
Till  the  decifive  Hour. 

4.  Then  will   he  own  my  worthlefs  Name 

Before  his   Father's    Face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerufalem 
Appoint  my  Soul   a   Place. 

HYMN       CXXV. 

Cod   is   every    ivhere, 

j,  TN  all  my  vail  Concerns  with  thee, 
JL  In  vain   my  Soul  would  tiy 
To  fhun  thy  Prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  Notice  of  thine   Eye. 

2.  Thy   all-furrounding  Sight  furveys 

My  Riling   and  my  Reft, 
My  public  Walks,  my  private  Ways, 
And  Secrets  of  my  Breaft. 

3.  My  Thoughts  lye  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  Lips  pronounce  the  Word 
He  knows  the  Senfe  I  mean. 

4.  O  wond'rous  Knowledge,    deep  and  High  i 

Where  can  a  Creature  hide  I 
Within  thy  circling  Arms   I  lye, 
Befet  on  ev'ry  Side. 

5.  So  let  thy  Grace  farround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  Bulwark  prove, 

To 


C    in    ) 


To  guard  my  Soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  Sov'reign  Love. 


P  AU  SE. 

6.  Lord,  where  mail  guilty  Souls  retire 

forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  Hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  Fire, 
In  Heav'n  thy  glorious  Throne. 

7.  Should   I  fupprefs  my  vital  Breath 

To  'fcape  the  Wrath  Divine, 
Thy  Voice  would  break  the  Bars  of  Death, 
And  make  the  Grave  refign. 

8.  If  wing'd  with  Beams  of  Morning-Light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  Weft, 
Thy  Hand  which  mull  fupport  my  Flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  Reft. 

9.  If  o'er  my  Sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  Curtains  of  the  Night, 
Thofe  flaming  Eyes  that  guard  thy  Law 
Would  turn  the  Shades  to  Light. 


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10.  The  Beams  of  Noon,  the  Midnight  Hour 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 

0  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  Pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

H    Y    M    N      CXXVI. 

Prayer  for  Deliverance   anfwered,  Ifa.  xxvi.  8 — 20. 

1.  TN  thine  own  Ways,  O  God  of  Love, 

1  We  wait  the  Vhits  of  thy  Grace  ; 
Our  Souls  Defire  is  to  thy  Name, 

And  the  Remembrance  of  thy  Face. 

2.  My  Thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord  for  thee  ; 
'Mongft  the  black  Shades  of  ionefom  Night ; 

My 


C      "2     ) 

My  earneft  Cries  falute  the  Skies, 
Before  the  Dawn  reftores  the  Light.- 

3.  Look  how  rebellious  Men  deride 
The  tender  Patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  mall  fee  thy  lifted  Hand, 
And  feel  the  Scourges  of  thy  Rod. 

4.  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  Sky, 
A  mighty  Voice  before  him  goes, 
A  Voice  of  Mufic  to  his  Friends, 
But  threat'ning  Thunder  to  his  Foes. 

5.  Come  Children,  to  your  Fathers  Arms, 
Hide  in  the  Chambers  of  my  Grace, 

"J  ill  the  fierce   Storm  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  Fury  ceafe. 

6.  My  Sword  fhall  boaft  its  Thoufands  flain 
And  drink  the  Elood  of  haughty  Kings, 
Wliile  heav'nly  Peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  fliady  Wings. 

HYMN     CXXVn. 

At  a   Marr'u>ge-Sole??i?ikj . 

I .  T  T  is  not  good,  Jehovah  faid, 
X  For  Man  new  form'd  to  be  alone ; 
Then  of  his  Rib  an   Help-meet   made, 
And  Man  and  Wife  pronounc'd  but  one, 

3.  From  near  his  Heart  this  Rib  he  took, 
To  mew  the  Favour  mould  be  priz'd  : 
Not  from  bis  Head  to  overlook  ; 
Nor  from   his  Foot  to  be  difpif 'd. 

3.  Beneath  his   Arm,  to  fignify 

Wives  mould  Authority  difclaim, 
And  thac  Protection    and  Supply 

Are  from  the   Hulbands  due  to  them. 

3.  Blefs 


C    "3    ) 

4.  Blefs,  Lord,  this  newly-married  Pair, 

And  make  the    Match  a  Blefling  prove  ; 
Their  Int'reft  one,  their   Joys,  their  Care, 
Made  happy  in  each  other's  Love> 

5.  May   each  to   each  an  Help-meet  be, 

And   bend  their   Necks  to  Jefu's   Yoke  : 
Banded   to   feek  Felicity 

With   Chrift's  defpifed  little  Flock. 

6.  Should  Olive  Plants,  around    their  Board, 

To  them  the  Gift   of  Heav'n  be, 
Help  them  to  give  them  back,  dear  Lord  ; 
Help  them   to  bring  them  up  for  thee. 

7.  Jenis   we  aik  thy  Prefence  here  ; 

O   may   thy   Face  upon  us  fhine  : 
Thy   Goodnefs  more  our  Hearts  can  chear 
Than  coltlieft   Food   or  richeft  Wine. 

HYMN      CXXVIII. 

1.  T  That  am  drawn  out   of  the  Depth, 
-L  Will   fing   upon  the    Shore  : 

I  that  in  Hell's  dark   Suburbs  lay, 
Pure  Mercy   will  adore. 

2.  The   Terrors  of  the  living  God 

My  Soul   did  fo  affright  ; 
I  fear'd   left   I  mould  be   condemn'd 
To   an   Eternal   Night. 

3.  Kind  was   the  Pity  of  my   Friends, 

But  could  not  eafe  my    Smart  ; 
Their  Words   indeed   did  reach  my  Cafe. 
But  could   not  reach   my   Heart. 

4.  Ah,  what  was   then  this  World  to  me, 

To   whom  God's  Word  was  dark  I 
Who  in  my  Dungeon  could  not  fee 

H  One 


C    114    ) 

One    Beam  or  mining   Spark. 

5.  What  then  were  all  the  Creatures  Smiles, 

When   the  Creator  frown'd  ? 
My  Days  were  Nights,  my  Life  was  Death, 
My  Being  was  my    Wound. 

6.  Tortur'd   and  rack'd,  with   hellifh  Fears, 

Left   God  the   Blow  mould  give  ; 
Mine   Eyes   did  fail,    my   Heart  did  fink 
Then   Mercy  bid  me  live. 

H  Y   M   N       CXXIX. 

1.  I'VE  found    the  Pearl  of  greateft   Price, 
1  My   Heart  doth  fing  for   Joy  : 

And  fing  I    muft,  a   Chrift  I  have  ; 
O    what  a  Chrift  have  I  t 

2.  Chrift   is  the  Way,  the   Truth,  the  Life, 

The  Way  to  God  on   High, 
Life  to   the    Dead,  the    Truth  of  Types. 
The  Truth   of  Prophefy. 

3.  Chrift  is  a  Prophet,  Prieft  and    King  .• 

A  Prophet  full   of  Light, 
A  Prieft  that  ftands  'twixt  God  and  Man, 
A  King  that   rules   with  Might. 

4.  Chrift's    Manhood  is  a  Temple,  where 

The   Altar   God   doth  reft  ; 
My   Chrift,  he  is  the   Sacrifice, 
My   Chrift  he  is   the  Prieft. 

5.  My  Chrift  he  is   the  Lord  of  Lords, 

He   is  the  King  of  Kings  ; 
He   is  the   Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 
With  Healing   in  his  Wings. 

6.  My   Chrift,  he  is  the  Tree  of  Life, 

Which 


Which  in  God's  garden  grows  ; 
Whofe  Fruit  does  feed,  whofe  Leaves  do  heal ; 
My   Chrift  is  Sharon's  Rofe. 

7.  Chrift  is  my  Meat,  Chrilt  is  my  Drink, 
My  Phyfick    and   my  Health, 
My   Peace,  my   Strength,  my  Joy,  my  Crown, 
My   Glory   and  my   Wealth 

S.   Chrift  is   my  Father,  and  my  Friend, 
My    Brother    and  my  Love  ; 
My   Head,  my  Hope,  my   Counfellor, 
My  Advocate   above. 

9.  My  Chrift,   he  is  the  Heav'n  of  Heav'ns, 
My    Chrift  what   mall   I   call  f 
My   Chrift   is  Firft,  my   Chrift  is   Laft, 
My  Chrift  is  All  in   All. 

HYMN        CXXX. 

1 .   T  Want  an   Heart   to  pray  ; 
A  To   pray,  and  never   ceafe: 
Never  to   Murmur   at  thy  Stay, 
Or   wifh  my   SufPrings    lefs. 

1.  This  Blefling  above   all, 

Always   to    pray,  I  want  .• 
Out  of  the  Deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 

3.  I  want  a  true  Regard, 

A   ftngle,  fteady   Aim, 
(Unmov'd  by  Threatning  or  Reward — ) 
To  thee,  and   thy   great  Name. 

4.  A  jealous  juft   Concern 

For  thine   immortal  Praife  ; 
A   pure   Delire,  that  all  may  learn 
And   glorify   thy  Grace. 

H  2  5.  I 


C     "6    ) 

j.  I   want  with  all  my  Heart 
ThyPleafure  to  fulfil; 
To  know  myfelf,  and  what  thou  art, 
And  what  thy   perfect  Will. 

5.  I  want,  I  know  not   what  ; 
I  want  my  Wants  to  fee  : 
I   want,  alas  !  what  want  I   not, 
When  thou  art  not  in   me  ? 

HYMN     CXXXI, 

The  Good   that  1  would  I  do    mt. 

1 .  T  Would  but  cannot   ling, 

X  Guilt  has  untun'd   my  Voice  , 
The  Serpent  fin's  envenom'd  Sting 
Has   poifon'd  all  my  Joys. 

2.  I  know  the  Lord  is  nigh, 

And  would,  but   cannot  pray  ; 
For  Satan  meets   me   when   I  try, 
And  frights  my  Soul  away. 

3.  I  would,  but  can't  Repent 

Tho'  I   endeavour  oft  ; 
This  ftony  Heart  can  ne'er   relent 
'Till  Jefus   makes  it  foft. 

4.  I  would,  but  cannot  Love, 

Tho'   woo'd   by   Love  Divine  ; 
No  Arguments  have   pow'r  to   move 
A  Soul  fo  bafe   as   mine. 

5.  I  would,   but   cannot  reft 

In   God's  moft  holy  Will ; 
I  know  what  he   appoints  is  bed, 
Yet   Murmur  at  it  ftill. 


Oh   could  I  but  believe  ! 
Then  all  would  eafy  be; 


I  would 


c  "7  ; 

I  would,   but  cannot ;    Lord   relieve, 
My  Help  muft  come  from  thee  i 

7.  But   if  indeed  I  wou'd, 
Tho'  I  can   nothing  do  ; 
Yet   the    Defire  is  fometliing  good, 
For  which  my  Praife  is   due. 

S.  By  Nature  prone   to   111, 

Till  thine  appointed  Hour 
I    was  as  deftitute  of  Will, 
As  now  I  am  of  Pow'r. 

9.  Wilt   thou  not  Crown,  at  length, 
The  Work  thou  haft  begun  ? 
And   with  a  Will,  afford  me  Strength 
In  all  thy   Ways  to  run. 

H    Y    M    IN     CXXXII. 

Salvation,    Right  eonfnefs,  and  Strength  in  Christ. 

1.    TEHOVAH    fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el    hear, 
J    Let  all  the  Earth  rejoice  and  fear, 
While   God's   eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  So v 'reign  Honours  and  Ins  Names  : 


to 


2.  "  I  am  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firft, 

"  The  Saviour-God,    and   God    the  Juft; 
u  There's  none  befides  pretends  to  fhew 
t(  Such  Juftice  and  Salvation  too. 

[9.  "Ye  that  in  Shades  of  Darknefs  dwell, 
"  Juft  on  the  Verge  of  Death  and  Hell, 
"  Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  Lands, 
"  Light,  Life  and  Heav'n,  are  in  my  Hands. 

4.   "  I  by  my  holy  Name  have  (worn, 

"  Nor  fliall  the  Word  in  vain  return, 
"  To  me  fliall  all  Things  bend  the  Knee, 
H  3  "  And 


C     118    ) 

«  And  ev'ry  Tongue  mall  fwear  to  me.] 

5.  <<  In  me  alone  mall  Men  confefs 

<<  Lies  all  their   Strength  and  Righteoufnefs  ; 
"  But  fuch  as   dare    difpife  my  Name, 
"  I'll  clothe  them  with   eternal  Shame. 

6.  "  In  me  the  Lord,  mall  all   the  Seed 

"  Of  Ifr'el  from  their  Sins  be  freed, 
t(  And  by  their  mining  Graces  prove 
<<  Their  lnt'rell  in  my  pard'ning  Love," 

hymn    cxxxni. 

Cn  one  Stone  fhall  be  fepen  Eyes. 

1.  TESUS  CHR.IST,  the   Lord's  anointed, 
J      Who  his   Blood   for  Sinners  fpilt ; 

Is  the  Stone   by   God   appointed, 
And  the   Church  is  on  him  built  : 

He   delivers 
All  who  truft   him  from    their  Guilt. 

2.  Many   Eyes  at  once  are  fixed 

On  a  Perfon  fo  Divine  ; 
Love,  with  awful    Juflice  mixed, 
In   his  great   Redemption  iiiine  : 

Mighty   Jefus  ! 
Give   me  leave   to   call  thee  mine. 

3.  By  the  Father's  Eye  approved, 

Lo,  a  Voice  is  heard    from  Ileav'n, 
€i  Sinners,  this  is  my  Beloved, 

<<  For  your  Ranfom  freely   giv'n  : 

"  All  Offences, 
"  For  his  fake  fhall  be  forjriv'n." 

4.  Angels  with  their  Ejres  purfu'd  him. 

When  he  left   his  glorious  Throne  ; 
With   Aftoniihment  they  view'd  him, 

Put 


C    n9    ) 

Put  the  Form   of  Servant  on  : 

Angels   worfhip'd 
Him  who  was  on  Earth  unknown. 

5.  Satan  and  his  Hoft  amazed, 

Saw  this   Stone   in  Zion  laid  j 
Jems,    tho'  to  Death  abafed, 

Bruis'd  the  fubtil  Serpent's   Head  : 

When  to  fave  us, 
On  the  Crofs  his   Blood  he  fhed. 

6.  When  a  guilty  Shiner  fees  him, 

While   he  looks  his  Soul  is  heal'd  ; 
Soon  this  Sight  from  Anguifh  frees  him, 
And  imparts  a  Pardon  feal'd  .* 

May  this  Saviour 
Be  to  all  our  Hearts  reveal'd  ! 

7.  With    Defire  and    Admiration, 

All  his  Blood  bought  Flock  behold 
Him,  who  wrought  out  their  Salvation, 
And  enclos'd  them  in  his  Fold  : 

Yet  their  warmeft 
Love  and  Praifes  are  too  cold. 

S.  By  the  Eye  of  carnal  Reafon 

Many  view  him  with  Difdain  ; 
How  will  they  abide  the  Seafon 

When  he'll    come  with  all  his  Train  ? 

To  efcape  him 
Then  they'll  wiih,  bu  wifh  in  vain. 

9.  How  their  Hearts  will  melt  and  tremble 
When  they  hear  his  awful  Voice  ! 
But  his  Saints  he'll  then  aflemble, 
As  his  Portion,  and  his  Choice : 

And  receive  them 
To  liis    everlailing  Joys. 

H  4  HYMN 


C    120    ) 
HYMN     CXXXIV, 

2.    TESUS  drinks  the   bitter  Cup, 
J    The  Wine-Prefs  treads  alone  ! 
Tears  the  Graves  and  Mountains  up 

By  his  expiring  Groan  : 
Lo  the  Pow'rs  of  Heav'n  he  fhakes, 

Nature  in  Convulfion  lies  ; 
Earth's    profoundeft  Center  quakes, 
The   Great   Redeemer  dies. 

2.  Dies  the  glorious    Caufe   of  all, 

The  true  Eternal  Pan  ; 
Falls  to  raife  us  from   our  Fall, 

To    Ranfom  finful  Man. 
Well   may  Sol  withdraw  his  Light, 

With  the  SufPrer   fympathize  ; 
Leave  the    World  in  Hidden  Night, 

While  his   Creator  dies. 

3.  O  my  God,  he  dies  for  me  ; 

I   feel  the   Mortal  Smart  ! 
See  him  hanging  on  a  Tree  ! 

A  Sight  that   breaks   my  Heart  ! 
Oh  that  all   to  thee  might  turn  I 

Sinners,  ye  may   love  him  too  ; 
Look  on  him  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 

For  him  who  bled  for  you  1 

4.  Weep  o'er  your  Defire  and  Hope, 

With   Tears  of  humbleft  Love   ! 
Sing,  for  Jefus   is   gone  up, 

And  Reigns   enthron'd  above. 
Lives  our  Head,  to  die  no  more, 

Pow'r  is  all  to   Jefus  giv'n  ; 
Woifhipp'd  as  he   was   before, 

Th'    immortal  King  of  Heav'n. 


HYMN 


C      121      ) 
H     Y    M     K       CXXXV. 

Christ  and  Aaron,  taken  from  Heb.  vii  and  ix. 

1.  TESUS,  in  thee  our  Eyes  behold 
J    A  thoufand  Glories  more 

Than  the  rich  Gems  and  polifli'd  Gold 
The  Sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2.  They  firft  their  own  Burnt-ofFrings  brought, 

To  purge  themfelves  from  Sin  ; 
Thy  Life  was  pure  without  a  Spot, 
And  all  thy  Nature  clean. 

[3.  Frefli  Blood,  as  conftant  as  the  Day, 
Was  on  their  Altar  fpilt  ; 
But  thy  one  Off' ring  takes  away 
For  ever  all  oar  Guilt.] 

[4.  Their  Priefthood  ran  thro*  fev'ral  Hands, 
For  Mortal  was  their  Race  : 
Thy  never  changing  Office  Stands, 
Eternal  as  thy  Days.] 

[5.  Once  in  the  Circuit   of  a    Year, 
With  Blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  Veil  appears 
Before  the  golden  Throne. 

6.  But  CHRIST  by  his  own  Pow'rful   Blood 

Afcends  above  the  Sides, 
And  in  the  Prefence  of  our  GOD 
Shews  his  own  Sacrifice.] 

7.  Jesus,  the  King  of  Glory,  reigns 

On  Sion's  heav'nly  Hill  ; 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flam, 
And  wears  his  Priefthood  ftill. 

8.  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

H  5  Before 


C      122     ) 

Before  his  Father's  Face  : 

Give  him,  my  Soul,  thy  Caufe  to  plead, 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  Grace. 

H   Y   M   N      CXXXVI. 

Ckrift  the  Believer's  Refuge  and  Portion, 

1.  TESU,  Lover  of  my  Soul, 
J   Let  me  to  thy  Bofom  fly, 

While  the  nearer  Waters  roll, 
While  the  Tempeft  ftill  is  high  ; 

Hide  me,  oh,  my  Sav'our  hide, 
Till   the  Storm  of  Life  is  paft  : 

Safe  into  the  Haven  guide, 
Oh,  receive  my  Soul  at  laft. 

2.  Other  Refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  Soul  on  thee, 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  Comfort  me  ; 
All  my  Trait  on  thee  is  ftay,d, 

All  my  Help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  Head 

With  the  Shadow  of  thy  Wing. 

3.  Thou,  oh  Chriit,   art  all  I  want, 

More  then  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raife  the  Fallen,  chear  the  Faint, 

Heal  the  Sick,  and  lead  the  Blind, 
Juit  and  Holy  is  thy  Name, 

I  am  all  Unrighteoufiiefs  ! 
Vile  and  full  of  Sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  Truth  and  Grace, 

4.  Plenteous  Grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  Pardon  all  my  Sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  Streams  abound, 

Make,  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 
Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee,  Spring 


C  123  ) 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  Hearty 
Rife  to  all  Eternity. 

HYMN       CXXXVH, 

1 .    I  E  S  U  S,  my   All  to  Heav'n  is  gone, 
J    He  whom  1  fix  my  Hopes  upon  ; 
His  Track     I   fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  Way,  till  him  I   view, 

2«  The  Way  the   holy  Prophets   went, 

The   Road  that  leads  from   Banifmnent  ; 
The   King's   Highway  of  Holinefs, 
I'll  go,  for   all  his   Paths  are  Peace. 

3.  No    Stranger  may  proceed   therein, 

No  Lover   of  this  World,  and  Sin  ; 
No  Lion,    no  devouring   Care, 

No    Sin,    nor    Sorrow  mall    6e    there  ; 

4.  No  ;   Nothing  may  go   up  thereon 
But  trav'ling  Souls,  may  1  be  one  ; 

Wayfaring  Men  to  Canaan  bound. 
Shall  only  in  this  Way  be  found. 

5.  This  is  the  Way   I  long  have  fought, 

And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not  ; 
My  Grief  a  Burden  long  has  been,, 
Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  Sin. 

6.  The  more  I  ftrove  againfl  its  Pow'r, 
I  fimi'd  and  {tumbled  but  the  more  ; 

Untill   I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither,  Soul,  I  am  the  Way" 

7.  Lo  glad  1  come,  and  thou  bleft  Lamb, 
Will  take   me  to  thee  as   1  am  ; 

Nothing  but  Sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  would  I  receive. 

8.  Then  will  I  tell  to  Sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 

I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  Blood,  And 


c  1*4  ; 

And  fay,     " Behold  the  Way  to  God  !" 

HYMN    CXXXVIII. 

1.  JESUS,  the  only  Thought  of  thee 
J    With  Sweetnefs  fills  my  Breait  ; 

But  fweeter  far  it  is  to  fee, 
And  on  thy  Beauty  feaft. 

2.  No  Sound,  no  Harmony   fb  gay, 

Can  Art  of  Mufic  frame  ; 
No  Thoughts  can  reach,  no  Words  can  fay 
The  Sweets  of  thy  bleft  Name. 

3.  Jefus  our  Hope,  when  we  repent, 

Sweet  Source  of  all  our  Grace  ; 
Sole  Comfort  in  our   Banifliment, 
O  !  what,  when  Face  to  Face  ! 

4.  Jefus  !  that  Name  infpires  my  Mind 

With  Springs  of  Life  and    Light  ; 
More  then  I  aik  in  thee  I  find, 
And  lavifli  in  Delight. 

5.  No  Art,  or  Eloquence  of  Man, 

Can  tell  the  joys  of  Love  ; 

Only  the  Saints  can  underftand 

What  they  in  Jefus  prove. 

6.  Thee  then  I'll  feek  retir'd  apart, 

From  World  and  Bufinefs  free  ; 
When  thefe  mall  knock,  I'll  fhut  my  Heart, 
And  keep  it  all  for  thee. 

7.  Before  the  Morning  Light  I'll  come, 

With  Magdalene  to  find 
In  Sighs  and  Tears,  my  Jefu's  Tomb, 
And  there  refrefli  my   Mind. 

t.  My  Tears  upon  his  Grave  mall  flow, 
My  Sighs  the  Garden  fill  ; 

Then 


C    i2<r    ) 

Then  at  his  Feet  my  felf  I'll  throw, 
And  there  I'll  feek  his  Will. 

o.  Jefas,  in  thy  blefs'd  Steps  I'll  tread, 
And  walk  in  all  thy  Ways  ; 
I'll  never  ceafe  to  weep  and  plead, 
Till  I'm  reftor'd  to  Grace. 

io.  O  King  of  Love,  thy  blefled  Fire 
Does  fuch  fweet  Flames  exite  ; 
That  firft  it  raifes   our   Defire, 
Then  fills   us  with  Delight. 

ii.  Thy  lovely  Prefence  mines  fo  clear 
Thro'   every  Senfe   and  Way, 
That  Souls  which  once  have  feen  thee  near, 
See  all  Things  elfe  decay. 

12.  Come  then  dear  Lord,  poflefs  my  Heart, 

Chafe  thence  the  Shades  of  Night  ; 
Come  pierce  it  with  thy  flaming  Dart, 
And  ever-mining  Light. 

13.  Then  I'll  for  ever  Jeuis  ring, 

And  with  the  Saints  rejoice  -, 
And  both  my  Heart   and  Tongue  fhall  bring 
Their  Tribute   to  my  deareft  King, 

In  never-ending  Joys.     Amen. 

HYMN        CXXXIX, 

Free  Grace  in  revealing  Chrifl,   Luke  x.  21. 

1.  "JESUS,  the  Man  of  conftant  Grief, 
J    A  Mourner  all  his  Days  ; 

His  Spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  Joy  to  Praife. 

2.  Father,  I  thank  thy  wond'rons  Love, 

That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 

To 


C    ts&   ) 

To  Men  unlearned  ;  and  to  Babes 
Has  made  thy  Gofpel  known. 

3.  The  Myft'ries  of  redeeming  Grace 

Are  hidden  from  the  Wife  ; 
While  Pride  and  Carnal  Reas'nings  join 
To  fwell  and  blind  their  Eyes. 

4.  Thus  doth  the   Lord  of  Heav'n  and  Earth 

His  great  Decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders    all  his  Works  of  Grace 
By  his  own  So v' reign  Will. 

HYMN     CXL. 

1.  TESU,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 

I   The  weary  Sinner's    Friend  : 
Come  to  my  Help  pronounce  the  Word, 
Bid  my  Corruptions  end. 

2.  Thou  canft  o'ercome  this  Heart  of  mine, 

Thou  canft  Victorious  prcrve  ; 
For  eve rl  ailing  Strength  is  thine, 
And  eveilafting  Love. 

3.  Thy  pow'rful   Spirit  can  fubdue 

Unconquerable  Sin  ; 
Cleanfe  my  foul  Heart,   and  make  it  new, 
And  write  thy  Law  within. 

4.  Bound  down  with  twice  ten  thoufand  Ties, 

Yet  let  me  hear  thy  Call  ; 
My  Soul  in  Confidence  mall  rife, 
Shall  rife  and  break  thro'  all. 

5.  Speak,  and  the  Deaf  ftiall  hear  thy  Voice. 

The  Blind  his  Si^ht  receive, 
The    Dumb  in  Songs  of  Praife  rejoice, 
The  Heart  of  Stone  believe. 

6.  The 


c  m  ) 

6.  The  iEthiop  then  fhall  change  his  Skin, 
The  Dead  fhall  feel  thy  Pow'r  ; 
The  loathibme  Leper  fhall  be  clean, 
And  I  fliall  Sin  abhor. 

H  Y    M   N       CXLI. 

Chrift  our  Right e on f fiefs. 

1.  TESU,   thy   Blood  and  Righteoufhefs, 

I   My   Beauty   are,  my  glorious  Drefs  ; 
Midft  flaming  Worlds   hi  thefe  array'd, 
With  Joy  fliall  I  lift  up  My  Head. 

2.  When  from  the   Duft  of  Death  I   rife, 
To  claim  my   Manhoii  in  die  Skies  ; 
E'en  then  fhall  this  be  all  my  Plea, 

"   Jefus  hath  l  i  v' d,   hatliDY'D   for  me.'* 

5.  Bold  fhall  1  ftand  in  that   great   Day, 
For  who  ought  to  My  Charge  fhall  lay  ? 
Fully  thro'  thefe  abfolv'd  1  am 
From  Shi  and  Fear,  from  Guilt  and  Shame. 

4.  Thus  Abraham  the  Friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  Armies  bought  with  Blood, 
Saviour   of  Sinners  thee  proclaim  ; 
Shiners  of  whom  the  Chief  I   am. 

5.  This  fpotlefs  Robe  the  fame  appears, 
When  ruin'd  Nature  finks  hi   Years; 
No  Age  can  change  its  glorious  Hue, 
The  Grace  of  Chrift  is  ever  new. 

6.  O  Jefu  Chrift,  all  Praife  to  thee, 
That  thou  a  Man  vouchfaf  'd  to  be  ; 

And  for  each  Soul,   which  thou  haft  made, 
Haft  an   eternal  Ranfom  paid. 

7.  I  do  believe  if  Sinners  Race 

Ten   Thoufand  Times  more  Num'rous  was  ; 

Yet. 


C     i28     ) 

Yet,  ftill  the  Devil  had  his  Full, 
*Tis  without  Right  he  keeps  one  Soul. 

ft.  Ah,  give  to  all  thy  Servants,   Lord, 

With  Pow,r  to  fpeak  thy  quick'ning  Word, 
That  all  who  to  thy  Wounds  will  flee, 
May  find  eternal  Life  in  Thee. 

9.  Thou  God  of  Might,  thou  God  of  Love. 
Let  all  the  World  thy  Mercy  prove  ; 
Now  let  thy  Word  o'er   all  prevail, 
Now  take  the  Spoils  of  Death  and  Hell. 

TO.  O  let  the  Dead  now  hear  thy  Voice  ; 
Now  bid  thy  banifh'd  Ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  Beauty  this,  their  glorious   Drefs, 
Jefus,  the  Lord  Our  Righteousness. 

HYMN       CXLIL 

Pra'tfe  to  the  Redee?ner. 

1,  T  O  I  N  all  the  glorious  Names 
J    Of  Wifdom,  Love  and  Pow'r, 
That  ever  Mortals  knew, 

That  Angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  lpeak  his  Worth, 
Too  mean  to  fet 
My  SAVIOUR  forth. 

2.  But,  O  what  gentle  Terms, 
What  condefcending  Ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe 
To  teach  his  heav'nly  Grace  ! 

Mine  Eyes  with  Joy 
And  Wonder  fee 
What  Forms  of  Love 
He  bears  for  me. 

[3. 


C    129   ) 

[5.  Array 'd  in  Mortal  Flem, 
He  like  an  A  n  g  e  l  Hands, 
And  holds  the  Promifes 
And  Pardons  in  his  Hands  : 

Commifhon'd  from 

His  Father's  Throne, 

To  make   his  Grace 

To  Mortals  known.] 

[4.  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  Tongae  would  biefs  thy  Name  -, 
By  thee  the  joyful  News 
Of  our  Salvation,  came  ; 

The  joyful  News 

Of  Sins  foro-iv'n, 

Of  Hell  fubdu'd, 

And  Peace  with  Heav'n.  ] 

IS.  Be  thou  my   Counsellor, 
My  P ATTEPvN,    and  my  Guide  ; 
And  thro'  this  Defart  Land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  Side. 

O  let  my   Feet 

Ne'er  run  aftray. 

Nor  rove,   nor  feek 

The  crooked  Way  !  ] 

[6.  I   love  my  SHEPHERD'S   Voice, 
His  watchful  Eyes  mall   keep 
My  wand'ring  Soul  among 
The  Thoufands  of  his  Sheep  " 

He   feeds   his  Flock, 

He  calls  their  Names, 

His  Bofom  bears 

The  tender    Lambs.] 

[7.  To  this  dear  Surety's   Hand 
Will   I  commit  my  Caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfills 

I  He 


C    130    ) 

His  Father's  broken  Laws 
Behold  my  Soul 
At  Freedom  fet  ; 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful   Debt. 

[8.  Jems,  my  great   High   priest, 
Offer'd  his  Blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  Confcience  leeks 
No   Sacrifice   befide. 

His  pow'rful  Blood 

Did  once  atone  ; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before   the  Throne.] 

[9.  My  Advocate   appears 
For  my  Defence  on  High  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  Ears, 
And  lays  his  Thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  Hell 

Or  Sin  can  fay, 

Shall  turn  his  Heart, 

His  Love  away.] 

[10.  My  dear  Almighty  Lord; 

My  CONQU'ROR  and  my  KING, 
Thy   Scepter,  and  thy  Sword, 
Thy  reigning  Grace  I  fing. 

Thine  is  the  Pow'r  ; 

Behold  I  fit 

In  willing   Bonds 

Beneath  thy  Feet. 

[II.  Now  let  my  Soul  arife, 

And  tread  the  Tempter  down  : 
My  CAPTAIN  leads  me  forth 
To  Conqueft  and  a  Crown, 

A   feeble  Saint 

Shall  win  the  Day, 

Tho   Death  and  Hell 

Obftrucl  the  Way.]  12. 


C    J3r     ) 

12.  Should  all  the  Hofts  of  Death, 
And   Pow'rs  of  Hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moll  dreadful  Form* 
Of  Rage   and   Mifchief  on, 

I  mall  be  fafe  ; 

For  Chrift  difplays 

Superior  Pow'r 

And  guardian  Grace. 


I.    TOY 

J    In 

All  we 


HYMN      CXLHI. 

is  a  Fruit  that  will  not  grow 
Nature's  barren  Soil  ; 
can  boaft,  'till  CJirift  we  know, 
Is  Vanity  and  Toil. 

2.  But  where  the  Lord  has  planted  Grace, 

And  made  his  Glories  known  ; 
There  Fruits  of  Heav'nly   Joy  and  Peace 
Are  found,   and  there  alone. 

3.  A  bleeding  Saviour,  feen  by  Faith, 

A  Senfe  of  Pard'ning  Love, 
A   Hope  that  triumphs   over   Death, 
Give  Joys  like  thofe  above. 

4.  To  take  a  Glimpfe  within  the  Vail, 

To  know  that   God  is  mine  ; 
Are   Springs  of  Joy  that  never  fail, 
Unfpeakably  Divine. 

5.  Thefe  are  the  Joys  that  fatisfy, 

And  fancUfy  the  Mind  ; 
Which  make  the  Spirit   mount  on  High, 
And  leave  the   World  behind. 

4.  No  more  Believers,  mourn  your  Lot, 
But  if  you  are  the  Lord's, 

I  2  Refig* 


(     132     ) 

Heftgn  to  them  that  know  him  not, 
Such  Joys  as  Earth  affords. 

HYMN       CXLIV. 

The  Mejfiah's  Coming  and  Kingdom, 

I.    TOY  to  the  World  ;  the  Lord  is  come  ; 
J    Let  Earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  ev'ry  Heart  prepare  him  Room,    - 
And  Heav'n   and  Nature  fing. 

8.  Joy  to  the   Earth,  the   Saviour  reigns, 
Let  Men  their  Songs  employ  ; 
While  Fields,  and  Floods,  Rocks,  Hills  and  Plains 
Repeat  the  founding  Joy. 

3.  No  more  let  Sins  and  Sorrows  grow, 

Nor  Thorns  infelfc    the  Ground  ; 
He   comes  to  make  his  Blefiings  flow 
Far  as  the  Curfe  is  found. 

4.  He  rules  the  World  with  Truth  and  Grace, 

And  makes  the  Nations  prove 
The  Glories  of  his  Righteousnefs, 
And  Wonders  of  his  Love. 

H   Y   M    N.     CXLV 

My  Grace  is  fufficient  for  thee.  2  Corin.  12.  v.  o. 

1.  T^rlND   are  the  Words  that  Jefus  fpeaks, 
XSk.     To  chear  the  drooping  Saint ; 

"My  Grace  fufficient  is  for  you, 
"Tho*   Nature's  Powers  may  faint. 

2.  My  Grace  its  Glories  mail  display, 

And  make  your  Griefs  remove  ; 

"Your 


C    133   ) 

"Your  Weaknefs  (hall  the  Triumph  tell 
Of  Boundlefs  Pow'r  and  Love.'* 

3.  What  though  my  Griefs  are  not  remov'd, 
Yet  why  mould  I  difpair  ? 
While  my  kind  Saviours  Arms  fupport 
I  can  the  Burden  bear. 


Jefus,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord  ! 

'Tis  good  to  truft  thy  Name  : 
Thy  Power,  thy  Faith  fulnefs  and  Love 
Will  ever  be  the  fame. 


5.  Weak  as  1  am,  yet  thro*  thy  Grace 
I.all  Things  can  perform ; 
And  fmiling  Triumph  in  thy  Name, 
Amid 'ft:  the  raging  Storm. 

H    Y    M    K      CXLVI. 

Praying  for  Relations. 

1.  TT^IND  Souls,  who  for  the  Mis'ries  mean 
J\l.  Of  thofe  who  feldom  mind  their  own  .; 

But  treat  your  Zeal  with  cold  Difdain. 
Refolv'd  to  make   your  Labours  vain. 

2.  You  whofe  fincere   Affection   tends, 
To  help  your  dear,  ungrateful  Friends, 

Who  think  you  Foes,  or  Mad,  or  Fools, 
Becaufe  you  fain  would  fave  their  Souls. 

3.  Though  deaf  to  ev'ry  Warning  giv,n, 
They  fcom  to  walk  with  you  to  Heav'n  ; 

But  often  think,   and  fometimes  fay, 
They'll  never  go  if  that's  the  Way. 

4.  Though  they  the  Spir 't  of  God  refill, 
Or  ridicule  your  Faith  in  Chrift  ; 

Tho'  they  blafpheme,  oppofe,  contemn  ; 
•I  3  Ani 


C    i34    ) 

And  hate  you  for  your  Love  to  them. 

5.  One  fecret  Way  is  left  you  ftill, 

To  do  them  Good  againft  their  Will  : 
Here  they  can  no  Obftruclion  give  ; 
You  may  do  this  without  their  Leave. 

6.  Fly  to  the  Throne  of  Grace  by  Pray'r, 
And  pour  out  all  your  Wifhes  there  : 

Effectual  fervent  Pray'r  prevails, 
When  ev'ry  other  Method  fails. 

HYMN      CXLVIL 

On    Mortality, 

1.  "|V"IND  Souls  reflecl:,  awhile  with  me, 
JV.  Upon  our  wretched  State, 

How  frail  our  Life,  how  fliort  our  Time, 
Our  Miferies,  how   great. 

2.  How  Short  the    Plcafures  Earth  affords, 

How  tranfient,   and  how  few, 
Compar'd  with  Heav'ns   Eternal  Joys, 
And  Pleafures  ever  new, 

3.  Come  let  us  leave  the  Things   of  Earth* 

(Whofe  Pleafures  Poifons  are,) 
And  hafte  away  to   Canaans  Land, 
And  try  our  Intreft  there. 

4.  Make  the  extended  Skies  your  Tomb, 

Let  Heav'n  record  your  Worth, 
For  know  :  Vain  Mortals  all  muft  die  1 
As  Natures  ficklieft   Birth. 

5.  Would  bounteous  Heav'n  indulge  my  PrayV, 

A  nobler  Choice  I   frame, 

Then  here  to  be  efteemed  great, 
Or  <jain  an  Earthly  Name. 

6.  Bat 


c  m  ) 

6.  But  in  thy  Book  of  Life  Divine, 

My  God  !  iiifcribe  my  Name  : 
There  let  it  fill  fome  humble  Place, 
Beneath  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 

7.  My  God  !  this  Witnefs  let  me  have, 

Till  1  refign  my  Breath, 
And  chearfully  my  Soul  fhall  wait 
"  Till  it  is  free'd  from  Death." 


'K 


HYMN       CXLVIIL 

NOW,  ye  that  are  of  Adams  Race, 
That  God  hath  call'd  you   by  his  Grace  ; 
And  has  proclaim'd  Ins  Gofpel  loud, 
For  to  give  Warning,  to  the  Proud, 

Ye  youthful  Virgins  ftop,  and  paufe, 
And  think  upon  your  Sav'ours  Laws  ; 

Let  not  your  Life  which  God  has  lent, 

Alone  in  Vanity  be   fpent. 

Awake  to  Thought  !  ye  tender  Souls, 
And  think,  alas  !  we  are  but  Fools, 
To    Spend  our  Time,  which  ends  in  Strife, 
And  lofe  this  glorious  Scene  of  Life. 

Your  Life  to  God  muft.  be  refign 'd  ; 

Your  Mind  in  Jefiis  be  confm'd  ; 
For  Word  and  Adion  muft  agree, 
If  ferns  Chrill  fhall  fet  you  free. 

That  Servant   Form  you  muft  put  on, 
And  think  that  Chrift*s  before  me  gone, 
He  is  the  Way,  the   Truth,  and    Life, 
Therefore  forfake  this  World  of  Strife. 


'■K!l 


HYMN      CXLIX. 

A  Welcome  to  Chrijiian  Friends. 

INDRED  in  Chrift,  for  his  dear  fake, 
hearty  welcome  here  receive  ;       May 


C    136   ) 

May  we  together  now  Partake 
The  joys  which  only  lie  can  give  ! 

2.  To  you  and  us  by  Grace  'tis  giv'n, 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious    Name  ; 
And  ihortly  we  mall  meet  in  Heav'n, 

Our  Hope,  our  Way,  our  End,  the  fame. 

3.  May  he,  by  whofe  kind  Care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  Communications  fweet, 

And  caufe  our  Hearts  to  burn  with  Love ! 

4.  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  Theme, 

When  Chriftians  fee  each  other  thus  ; 
We  only  wifh  to  fpeak  of  him, 

Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  and  rofe  for  us, 

5.  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  faid, 

And  fmTer'd  for  us  here  below  j 
The  Path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6.  Thus,  as  the  Moments  pafs  away, 

We'll  love,  and  Wonder  and  adore. 
Lord,  haften  on  the  glorious  Day' 

When  we  (hall  meet  to  part  no  more  ! 

H.Y    M    1ST        CL. 

BUffings    of  the  Gofpd. 

1.  T     KT  ev'ry  Mortal  Ear  attend. 
JLi  And  ev'ry  Heart  rejoice, 

The  Trumpet  of  the  Goipel  Sounds, 
With  -an  inviting  Voice, 

2.  Come  all  ye  hungry  ftarviug  Souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  Wind, 
And  vainly  ftrive,  with  earthly   Toys, 

To  fill  an  empty  Mind.  3.  Eter- 


C    137    ) 

3.  Eternal  Wifdom  Jias  prepar'd 

A  Soul  -  reviving  Feaft  ; 
And  bids  your  longing  Appetites 
The  rich  Proviiion  tafte. 

4.  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  Streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  Thirft. 
With  Springs  that  never  dry. 

5.  Rivers  of  Love  and  Mercy  here 

In  a  rich  Ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  Floods  of  Milk  and  Wine. 

6.  Dear  God  !  the  Treafures  of  thy  Love 

Are  everlafting  Mines  ; 
Deep  as  our  helplefs  Mif'ries  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  our  Sins. 

7.  The  happy  Gates  of  Gofpel  Grace 

Stand  open  Night  and  Day  ; 
Lord, v we  are  come  to  feek  Supplies, 
And  drive  our  Wants  away. 

HYMN        CLI. 

Our  own  Weaknefs,  and  Christ  our  Strength,  2  Cor. 
xii.  7,  9,  10. 

1 .  T     E  T  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
JL-rf  Strength  mall  be  equal  to  the  Day; 

Then   I  rejoice  in   deep  Diftreis, 
Leaning   on   ajl-funicient  Grace. 

2.  I  glory  in  Infirmity, 

That    Chrift's  own  Pow'r  may  reft  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  ftrong, 
Grace  is   my   Shield,  and  Chrilt  my  Song. 

3.  I  can  do  all  Tilings,  or  can  bear 

I  5  All 


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All  Sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  Pleafures   mingle  with  the  Pains, 
While  his  Left- Hand  my  Head  fuftains. 

4.  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  Work  alone  ; 

When  new  Temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  Weaknefs  is. 

5.  So    Sampfon,    when  his  Hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to   his  Coft  ; 

Shook  his  vain  Limbs  with  fad  Surprize, 
Made  feeble  Fight,    and  loft  his  Eyes. 

HYMN       CLII. 

Our  frail  Bodies,  and  Cod  our  Preferver. 

|.   1       E  T  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
JL-4  Nor  Death   nor  Danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord  to  thee, 
What   feeble   Things   we  are. 

2.  Freih  as  the  Graft  our   Bodies  ftand, 

And  flour i(h  bright    and  gay  : 
A  blafting  Wind  fweeps  o'er  the  Land, 
And  fades  the   Grafs   away. 

3.  Our  Life  contains  a  thoufand  Springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  !  that  a  Harp  of  thoufand  Strings, 
Should  keep  in  Tune  fo  long  ! 

4.  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  Frame, 

The  God   that  built  us  firft  ; 
Salvation  to   th'  Almighty   Name, 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  Duft. 

£$.  He  fpoke,  and  ftrait  our  Hearts  and  Brains. 
In    all  their    Motions  rote, 
Let  Blood,  faid  he,  flow  cmmd  the  Veins, 

And 


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And  round  the  Veins  it  flows. 

6.  While  we  have  Breath,  or  life  our  Tongue*, 
Our   Maker  we'll   adore  : 
His    Spirit  moves  our  heaving  Lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more.]] 

HYMN     CLHI. 

Chrijiian   Lov?. 

1.  T     ET  Party   Names  no  more 

JLrf  The  Chriftian  World  o'erfpread ; 
Gentile  and   Jew,  and  bond  and  free 
Are  one  in  Chrift  their  Head. 

2.  Among  the  Saints  on  Earth, 

Let   mutual  Love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  fame   Inheritance, 
With  mutual   bleffings  crown'd. 

3.  Let  Envy   and  ill -Will 

Be   banifh'd   far  away  ; 
Thofe  mould  in  ftricteft   Friendihip  dwell, 
Who  the  fame  Lord  obey. 

4.  Thus  will  the  Church  below 

Refemble  that  above, 
Where   Streams  of  Pleafure  ever  flow. 
And  ev'iy  Heart  is  Love. 

HYMN       CLIV. 

Love  and  Charity,   1  Cor.xiii.  2-7-12. 

1.  T     ET  Pharifees   of  high  Efteem 
JL*  Their  Faith    and  Zeal    declare, 

All   their  Religion  is   a  Dream, 
If  Love  be   wanting  there. 

2.  Love  fuffers  long  with  patient  Eye, 

N©r 


C    140    ) 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  Hade, 

She  lets  the  prefent  Inj'ry  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

[3.  Malice   and  Rage,  thofe  Fires  of  Hell. 
She  quenches  with  her  Tongue  ; 
Hopes,  and   believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Though  fhe  endures   the   Wrong,] 

[4.  She  ne'r  denres,  nor  feeks  to  know 
The  Scandals  of  the  Time  ; 
Nor  looks  with   Pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.] 

5.  She  lays  her  own  Advantage  by 

To  feek  her  Neighbour's    Good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  Lives   with   Blood. 

6.  Love  is  the  Grace  that  keeps  her  Pow'r, 

In  all   the  Realms  above  ; 
There  Faith  and  Hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  Saints  for  ever  love. 

HYMN     CLV. 

Striving  to  praife  Chrift. 

1.  T     E  T  us,  the  Sheep  by  Jefus  Nam'cl 
JL*  Our  Shepherd's  Mercy  blefs  ; 

Let  us,  whom  Jefus  hath  redeem'd 
Shew  forth  our  Thankfulnefs. 

2.  Not   unto  us,  to  thee  alone, 

Be  Praife   and  Glory  giv'n  ; 
Here    mall  thy  Praifes  be  begun, 
But   carry 'd  on  in  Heav'n. 

3.  The  Holts  of  Spirits  now  with  thee, 

Eternal  Anthems   ling  ; 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo  !  we 


C     i4i     ) 

©ur  Hallalnjahs  bring. 

4.  Had  we  our  Tongues  like  them  infpir'd, 

Like  theirs  our  Songs  mould   rife  ; 
Like  them  we  never  fhould  be  tir'd, 
But  Love  the  Sacrifice. 

5.  Till  we  this  veil  of  Flefh  lay  down, 

Accept  our  weaker  Lays  ; 
And  when,  O  Lord,  we  reach  thy  Throne, 
We'll  join  in  nobler  Praife. 

H    Y    M    N       CLVL 

Prayer  heard,  and  Xion  rejlored. 

1 .  T     E  T  Zion  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 
J-J  Behold  the  promis'd  Hour  ; 

Her  GOD    hath  heard  her  mourning  Voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  Pow'r. 

2.  Her  Dull   and  Ruins  that    remain, 

Are   precious  in  our  Eyes  ; 
Thofe  Ruins    mall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  Duft  fhall  rife. 

3.  The  LORD  will  raife  Jerusalem, 

And  ftand  in  Glory  there  ; 
Nations   mall  bow  before  his  Name, 
And  Kings  attend  with  Fear. 

4.  He  fits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  Throne, 

With  Pity  in  his  Eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  Pris'ners  groan. 
And  fees  their  Sighs  arife. 

5.  He  frees  the  Souls  condemn 'd  to  Death, 

And   when  his  Saints  complain, 
It  fha'nt  be  faid,  "   That  praying  Breath 
«  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain.'' 

6.    This 


C    142   ) 

This  mall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  Record, 
That   Ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And   truft,  and  praife  theLORD. 

HYMN        CLVII, 

Judgment. 
O  !  he  cometh,   countlefs  Trumpets 


L 


Blow  before  the  bloody  Sign  ; 
Midfl  ten  thoufand  Saints   and  Angels, 
See  the  crucified   Shine. 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,   bleeding  Lamb  ! 

2.  Now  his  Merit,  by  the  Harpers,  w 

Thro'  th'  eternal  Deep  refounds  ; 
Now  refplendent  fhine   his  Nail-Prints, 
Ev'ry  Eye  mail  fee  his  Wounds  ; 
They  who  pierc'd   him,  they  who 

pierc'd  him,    they  who  pierc'd  him, 
Shall  at  his   Appearance  wail. 

3.  Ev'ry  Ifland,    Sea  and  Mountain, 

Heav'n  and  Earth  ihall   flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him,  mult,   amamed, 
Hear  the  Trump  proclaim  the  Day  : 
Come   to   Judgment,    come  to  judg- 
ment,  come  to   Judgment, 
Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man. 

4.  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  Glory 

Shining    in  his  bruifed  Face, 
His  dear   Perfon  on  the  Rainbow. 
Now  his  Peoples  Head  mail  raife  : 
Happy   Mourners,    happy  Mourners, 
happy   Mourners, 
Lo  !   in  Clouds  he  comes,   he  comes  ! 

).   Now  Redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in   folcmn  Pomp  Appear  j  All 


C     r43    ) 

All  his  People   once  rejected, 
Now  fhall   meet   him  in  the  Air  : 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  i    hallelujah  ! 
Now  the  promis'd  Kingdom's   come. 

6.   View  him  finiling,   now  determin'd 
Ev'ry  Evil  to  deftroy  ; 
All  the  Nations   now  fhall  fing  him 
Songs  of  everlafting  Joy  .* 

O  come  quickly,    O  come    quickly, 
O   come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  !   come  !    Lord  come, 

HYMN      CLVIH. 

A  Vifion  of  the  Kingdom  of  Chriji  among  Men, 

1.  T    O,  what  a  glorious  Sight  apears 
1  J  To  our  believing  Eyes  ! 

The  Earth  and  Seas  are  pafs'd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  Skies  : 

2.  From  the  third  Heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  Place, 
The  new  Jerufalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  mining  Grace. 

3.  Attending  Angels  fhout  for  Joy, 

And  the  bright  Armies  fing, 

"  Mortals  behold  the  facred  Seat 

*'  of  your  defcending  King  ! 

4.  "The  God  of  Glory  down  to  Mem 

"Removes  his  blefs'd  abode  ; 
"Men,  the  dear  Objects  of  his  Grace, 
'And  He  the  Loving  God. 

5.  "His  own  foft  Hand  fhall  wipe  the  Tears 

"  From  ev'ry  Weeping  Eye  ; 
"  And  pains,  and  Groans,  and  Griefs,  and  Fears, 
"  And  Death  itfelf  fhall  die."  6.   How 


C     i44    ) 

fa  How  long,  dear  Saviour,   O  how  long  ! 
Shall  this  bright  Hour  delay  ? 
Fly  fwiftly  round,  ye  Wheels  of  Time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  Day. 

HYMN     CLIX. 

1.  T    O,  what  an  entertaining  Sight 
I  j  Are  Brethren  that  agree, 

Brethren,  whofe  chearful  Hearts  unite 
In  Bands  of  Piety  ! 

2.  When  Streams  of  Love,  from  Chrifl  the  Spring;, 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  Soul  ; 
And  heav'nly  Peace  with  balmy  Wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3.  'Tis  like  the  Oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev 'rend  Head, 
The  trickling  Drops  perfum'd  his  Feet, 
And  o'er  his  Garments  fpread. 

4.  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  Morning  Dews, 

That  fall  on  Sion's  Hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  Glory  {hews 
And  makes  his  Grace  diftil. 

H    Y    M   N       CLX. 

1.   T    ORD  Chrift  reveal  thy  holy  Face, 
L,  And  fend  the  Spirit  of  thy  Grace 
To  fill  our  Hearts  with  fervent  Zeal, 
To  learn  thy  Truth,  and  do  thy  Will. 

2-  Lord  lead  us  in  thy  holy  Ways, 

And  teach  our  Lips  to  tell  thy  Praife  ; 
Increafe  our  Faith,  and  raife  the  Tame 
To  tafte  the  Svveetnefs  of  thy  Name. 

3.  Till  we  with  Angels  join  to  fing 

Eternal 


C     147     ) 

Eternal  Praife  to  thee,  our  King  ; 
Till  we  behold  thy  Face  moil  bright 
In  Joy  and  everlafting  Light. 

4.  To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  Honour,  Praife  and  Glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  Earth  and  all  in  Heav'n. 

HYMN     CLXI. 

Difmiffion. 

1.  y    O  n  D,  difmifs  us  with  thy  Bleffing  ; 
I  j  Fill  our  Hearts  with  Joy  and  Peace  ; 

Let  us  each,  thy  Love  pofleffing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  Grace  : 
O  refrefh  us,  &c. 
Trav'ling    thro'   this  Wildernefs. 

2.  Thanks  we   give,  and   Adoration, 

For  thy  Gofpel's   joyful  Sound  : 
May  the   Fruits  of  thy   Salvation 

In  our  Hearts  and  Lives  abound ! 
Ever   faithful,  &c. 
To  the  Truth  may  we  be  found  \ 

3.  So  whene'er  the  Signal's  given 

Us   from  Earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  Angel's  Wings  to  Heaven, 

Glad  the  Summons  to  obey 
May  we  ever,  &c. 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endlefs  Day  I 

HYMN        CLXII. 

Original  and  attual  Sin  co?ifej[ed, 

ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  Sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 

K  Sprung 


L 


C    146   ) 

Sprung  from   the  Man  whole  guilty  Fall 
Corrupts  the  Race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2.  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  Breath, 
The  Seeds  of  Sin  grow  up  for  Death : 
Thy  Law   demands  a  perfect   Heart, 
But  we're   defil'd  in  ev'ry  Part. 

3*  [Great  God,    create  my  Heart  anew, 
And  form  my  Spirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife  betimes  to   fpy 
My  Danger  and  my  Remedy.] 

4.  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  Face  ; 

My  only  Refuge  is  thy  Grace  ; 

No  outward    Forms  can  make  me   clean, 

The  Leprofy   lies   deep  within. 

5.  No  bleeding  Bird,  nor  bleeding  Beaft, 

Nor  Hyflbp  Branch,  nor  fprinkling  Prieft, 
Nor  running  Brook,  nor  Flood,  nor  Sea, 
Can   wafh  the  difmal  Stain  away. 

6.  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  Blood   alone 

Hath  Pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  Blood  can  make  me  white  as  Snow, 

No  Jewifh   Types   could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7.  While   Guilt   difturbs  und  breaks  my  Peace, 

Nor  Flefh  nor  Soul  hath  Reft  nor  Eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  Voice, 
And  make  my  broken    Bones  rejoice, 

HYMN     CLXIII. 

I.  T    ORD,   I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
.Lrf  My  Faith,   my  Patience,  and  my  Love 
When  Men  of  Spight  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  Sword,  the  Hand  is  thine, 

2     Then 


C     147    ) 

2.  their  Hope  and  Portion  lie  below, 
'Tis  all  the  Happinefs  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  Shares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  Heirs. 

3.  What  Sinners  Value,  I  refign  ; 
LORD,  'tis   enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  Face, 

And  ftand  compleat  in  Righteoufnefs. 

4.  This  Life's  a  Dream,  an  empty  Show  ; 
But  the  bright  World  to  which  I  go, 

Hath  Joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  ihall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5.  O  Glorious  Hour  !  O  bleft  Abode  ! 
I  fhall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ! 

And  Flefh  and  Sin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  Pleafures  of  the  Soul. 

6.  My  Flefh  fhall  flumber  in  the  Ground, 
'Till  the  laft  Trumpet's  joyful  Sound  ; 

Then  burft  the   Chains  with  fweet  Surprize 
And  in  my  SAVIOUR's  Image  rife. 

H   Y   M   N       CLXIV. 

The  My Jl erics  of  Providence, 

CRD,  how   Myfterious  are  thy  Ways  ! 
How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our  Praife  ! 
Thy  Steps  can  Mortal  Eyes  explore  ? 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder,  and  adore. 

2.  Thy  deep  Decrees  from  Creature  Sight, 
Are  hid  in  Shades  of  awfull   Night  ; 

Amid  the  Lines,  with  curious  Eye, 
Not  Angel  minds  prefume  to  pry. 

3.  Great  God,  I  would  not  aik  to  fee, 

K  2  What 


L 


C     i48    ) 

What  in  Futurity  fhall  be  ; 
If  Light  and  Blifs  attend  my  Days, 
Then  let  my  future  Hours  be  Praife. 

4.  Is  Darknefs  and  Diftrefs  my  Share  ? 
Then  let  me  truft  thy  guardian  Care  ; 

Enough  for  me,  if  Love  Divine 

At  length  thro'  ev'ry  Cloud  fhall  fhine. 

5.  Yet  this  my  Soul  defires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  Wifh  below ; 

"That  Chrifl  is  mine  !--  this  great  Requeft. 
Grant,  bounteous  God-— and  1  am  blelt. 

HYMN       CLXV. 

ConvkTio7i   of  Sin   by  the  Law,  Rom.  vii.  5;.  o.  14,  24. 

1.  T    ORD,  how  fecure  my  Conference  was, 
-i-i  And  felt  110  inward  Dread  ! 

I   was  alive  without  the  Law, 

And  thought  my   Sins  where  dead. 

2.  My   Hope  of  Heav'n  were  firm  and  Bright, 

But  fince  the  Precept  came 
With  a  convincing  Pow'r  and   Light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

[3.  My  Guilt  appear 'd  but  fmall  before, 
Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal   Law. 

4.  Then  felt  my  Soul  the  heavy  Load; 

My   Sins  reviv'd  again, 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  Hopes  were  flain.] 

5.  I'm  like  a  helplefs  Captive  fold, 

Under  the  Pow'r  of  Sin  ; 

I  cannot 


C    i49    ) 

I  cannot  do  the  Good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  Confcience  clean, 

6.  My  God,  1  cry  with  every  Breath 

For  ibme  kind  Pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  Yoke  of  Sin  and  Death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  Slave. 

H    Y    IM    N     CLXVI. 

I.   1 "    O  R  D  ;  I  believe  a  Reft  remains 
JLi  To    all  thy   People  known, 
A   Reft  where  pure    Enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  lov'd   alone. 

5.  A   Reft  where  all  our  Souls  Delire 
Is  fixt  on   Things  above  ; 
Where   Fear  and  Sin,  and  Grief  expire, 
Call   out  by   perfect  Love. 

3.  Oh  that  I  now  the  Reft  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 
Now  Saviour,  now  the  Pow'r  beftow, 
And  let  me   ceafe   from  Sin  ! 

4.  Remove  this   Hardnefs   from  my  Heart, 

This   Unbelief  remove  : 
To  me    the  Reft  of  Faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath    of  thy  Love. 

5.  I   would  be  thine  ;  thou  know 'ft  I  would ; 

And  have   thee  all  my  own  : 
Thee,  Oh  !  my  All-Sufficient  good, 
I    want,  and    thee  alone. 

4.  Thy  Name  to  me,  thy  Nature    grant  ! 
This,  only  this,  be  giv'n  : 
Nothing  befide  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing   in  Earth  or  Heav'n. 

7.  Come,  Oh  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

K  3  Into 


C    i?o    ) 

Into  my    Soul  defcend! 
No  longer  from  thy  Creature  ftay, 
My  Author  and  my  End  ! 

I.  Come,   Father,  Son,   and  Holy  Ghoft, 
And  Seal  me    thine  abode  ! 
Let   all    I  am    in  thee  be  loft, 
Let  all  be   loft  in   God. 

H  Y  M  N       CLXVU. 

For  the    Lord's  Day  Morning, 

1 .  T    ORDin  the  Morning  thou  malt  hear 
JL-J  My  Voice  afcending  High  ; 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  Pray'r, 
To    thee  lift  up  mine  Eye. 

2.  Up  to    the  Hills  where   Christ  is  gone 

To   plead  for  all  his  Saints, 
Prefenting  at  his   Father's  Throne 
Our   Songs  and  our  Complaints  : 

3.  Thou   art  a  God  before    whofe   Sight 

The   Wicked   fhall   not  ftand  ; 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  Delight, 

ISIor  dwell  at  thy  Right  Hand. 

4.  But  to  thy  Houfe  will  I   refort, 

To   tafte   thy  Mercies  there  ; 
1  will  frequent   thine  Holy  Court, 
And  Worfliip  in   thy  Fear. 

5.  O  may  thy  Spirit   guide  my  Feet 

In  Ways   of  Righteoufhefs  ! 
Make  ev'ry   Path  of  Duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  Face. 


HYMN 


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c  m  ) 

HYMN      CLXVIII. 

Longing   for   the    Houfe    of  Cud. 

ORD  of  the  Worlds   above, 
How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The    Dwellings   of  thy  Love, 
Thy   earthly  Temples  are ! 

To  thine   Abode 

My   Heart  afpires, 

With    warm  Deilres 

To  fee  my  God. 

The  SpaiTow  for  her   Young, 
With   Pleafure   feeks    a  Neil  ; 
And  wand' ring   Swallows    long 
To  find  their   wonted  Reft  : 

My    Spirits  faints 

With   equal   Zeal, 

To   rife    and  dwell 

Among  thy   Saints.    . 

O  happy   Souls  that  pray 
Where   God   appoints  to  hear  ! 
O   happy    Men   that   pay 
Their  conflant  Service  there  ! 

They   praife  Thee  Hill  ; 

And    happy    they 

That  love   the   Way 

To  Zion's   Hill! 

They  go  from   Strength  to  Strength, 
Thro'    this  dark  Vale  of  Tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till   each  in   Heav'n  appears  : 

O   glorious  Seat, 

When  God    our   King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing;   Feet ! 

K  4  HYMN 


C   m  ) 

H     Y    M     N       CLXIX. 

1 .  T    ORD,  thou  haft  planted   me  a  Vine 
i— t  In   fertile   Soil    and  Air  : 

Now  tend  and  water  me  as  thine, 
And  make   me  ftill  thy  Care. 

2.  My  Chrift  I'm  wholly  thine,  direct 

My   Goings,  for  I'm   dark; 
O  may  my  conftant  Aims  be  right  ! 
Thine    Honour  be   my  mark  1 

3.  Shall   Simon   bear  thy  Crofs  alone, 

And   other  Saints  be  free  ? 
Each  Saint    of  thine  iliall  find  his    Own, 
And  there    is   One  for  me  : 

4.  Whene'er  it  falls  unto  my  Lot, 

Let  it  not  frighten  me  ; 
Nor  drive   me   from  my  gracious  God, 
But  bring  me  home  to  thee. 

5.  O  happy  Chriftians,  be  not  loth 

To  have  a  coarfer  Fare  ; 
Saints  that  have  had  no  Table-Cloth 
Had  Chrift  at  Dinner  there. 

6.  To  do  or   fuffer   1   am    pleas'd, 

So  long   as   Chrift  ftands  by  ; 
Support   me  with  thy  conftant  Aid, 
Left   all  thy  Graces    die. 

7.  Thy  Way   is   to   the   Upright  Strength  ; 

Lord,  make  it   fo  to   me, 
That  never  tiring  with  the   Length, 
My   Soul  may  reach  to  thee. 

HYMN 


(    i?3    ) 
.  H    Y    M    N      CLXX. 

An   Evening  Pfalm. 

1 .  T    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
ft  jl  I  am  for  ever   thine  ; 

I  fear  before   thee  all  the  Day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2 .  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  Head, 

From   Cares  and  Iius'nefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  Converfing   on  my  Bed 
With  my  own  Heart  and   Thee. 

5.  I  pay  this  Ev'ning  Sacrifice, 

And  when  my  Work  is  done, 
Great  God  !  my  Faith  and  Hope  relies 
Upon   thy  Grace  alone. 

4.  Thus,  with  my  Thoughts  compos'd  to  Peace, 

I'll  give  mine    Eyes  to  Sleep  ; 
Thy  Hand  in  Safety   keeps  my  Days, 
And  will  my   Slumbers   keep. 

H    Y  M    K      CLXXI. 

The  Frefence  of  God    worth  dying  for, 

1 .  T    ORD,  'tis  an  infinite  Delight 
JL-J  To   fee   thy  lovely   Face, 

To  dwell   whole  Ages   in   thy    Sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  Rays. 

2.  This  Gabriel  knows ;  and  fings  thy  Name 

With   Raptures   on   his   Tongue  ; 
Mofes  the    Saint  enjoys  the  fame, 
And   Heav'n   repeats   the   Song. 

5.  While  the  bright  Nation   Sounds  thy  Pralfe 

From  each   Eternal   Hill, 
Sweet  Odours   of   exhaling  Grace 

K  S  The 


C    if 4    ) 

The  happy  Region  fill. 

4-  Thy    Love,  a   Sea  without  a  Shore, 
Spreads    Life  and    Joy  abroad  ; 
O  'tis  a  Heav'n  worth  dying  for 
To   fee   a   fmiling  God. 

j.  Shew   me  thy  Face,  and  I'll  away 
From  all  inferior  Things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  Clay, 
And  ftretch  my  airy   Wings. 

I.  Sweet  was  the  Journey  to  the   Sky 
The   wondrous   Prophet  try'd  ; 
"  Climb  up  the  Mount    (  fays  God)  and  die  ;! 
The  Prophet  climb 'd   and  dy'd. 

7.  Softly   his   fainting  Head  he  lay 
Upon  his  Maker's  Bread  ; 
His  Maker  kifs'd   his  Soul   away, 
And    laid  his  Flefli  to  reft. 

f.  In  God's  own  Arms  he   left  the  Breath 
That  God's   own  Spirit  gave  ; 
His  was  the   nob!  eft  Road  to  Death. 
And  his  the   fweeteft  Grave. 

II   Y   M   N     CLXXII. 

The  Frailty  a?id  Shortnefs  of  Life. 
what  a  feeble   Piece 


i.   T     O  R  D,  what  a  feeble   Piec 
I  j  Is  this  our   Mortal  Frame 
Our  Life,  how  poor  a  Trifle   'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  Name  ! 

2.  Alas,  the  brittle   Clay 

That  built  our  Body    firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  Month,  and  ev'ry   Day, 
Tis  mould'ring  back  to   Dull. 

3.  Our  Moments  fly  apace, 


Nor 


C    i??    ) 

Nor  will  our  Minutes  flay  : 
Juft  like  a  Flood  our  hafty   Days 
Are   fweeping  us    away. 

4.  Well,  if  our  Days   muft   fly, 

We'll  keep  their   End   in  Sight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all   in  Wifdom's   Way, 
And    let  them  fpeed   their  Flight. 

5.  They'll   waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  Life's  tempefluous    Sea  : 
Soon  we  mall  reach  the  peaceful  Shore 
Of  bleft    Eternity. 

HYMN        CLXXin. 

The    Prof  perky    of  Shiners  curfed. 

1.  T    ORD,  what  a   thoughtlefs  Wretch  was  I, 
A-i   To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  Pride  and  Robes  of  Honour  mine  ! 

2.  But,  O  their  End,  their  dreadful  End  ! 

Thy  Sanctuary  taught  me  fo  : 

O  flipp'ry  Rocks  1  fee  them  fland, 

And  fiery   Billows  roll  below. 

3.  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 

I'll   never  envy  them  again, 
There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  Eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  Pain. 

4.  Then  fancy'd  Joys,  how  fail  they  flee  ! 

Juft  like  a  Dream  when  Man  awakes  3 
Their  Songs  of  fofteft  Harmony  ; 
Are  but  a  Preface  to  their  plagues. 

5.  Now  I  efleem  their  Mirth  and  Wine, 

Too  dear  to  Purchafe  with  my  Blood  ■> 
Lord,    'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  Life,  my  Portion,  and  my  God.     HYMN 


C    1*6    ) 
HYMN       CLXXIV. 

1.  T    ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
1  J  At  thy  Feet  we  humbly  bow  : 

Oh  !  do  not  our   Suit  difdain, 

Shall  we   feek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2.  Lord,  on  Thee  our  Souls  depend, 

In   Companion   now  defcend : 

Fill   our    Hearts  with  thy  rich  Grace, 

Tune  our  Lips  to  ling  thy   Praife. 

3.  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 

Now  we  feek  Thee,  here  we  flay  ; 
Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go 
'Till  a  Bleffing  thou  beftow. 

4.  Send  fome   Meflage  from  thy  Word, 

That  may    joy   and  Peace   afford  5 
Let   thy   Spirit  now  impart 
Full   Salvation  to  each  Heart. 

5.  Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 

Let   the   Time   of  Joy   return  ; 
Thofe  that  are   caft  down,  lift  up, 
Make  them   itrong  in  Faith   and  Hope  ! 

6.  Grant  that  all   may  feek  and  find 

Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  Sick,  the  Captive  free. 
Let   us   all   rejoice  in   Thee  ! 

H    Y    M    N      CLXXV. 

Salvation    by  Grace,    Titus  iii,  3 — 7. 

[*•  T    ORD,    we  confefs  our  num'rous  Faults, 
j  j  How  great  oar  Guilt  has   been  I 
Foolifh  and   vain  were   all  our  Thoughts, 
And   all  our   Lives   were    Sin. 

2.  But,  O   my  Soul,  for  ever  praife, 

For 


C     i?7    ) 

For  ever  love  his  Name, 
Who  turns   thy   Feet    from  dang'rous  Way*, 
Of  Folly,  Sin,    and  Shame.] 

[3.  'Tis  not  by  Works  of  Righteoufneis, 
Which  our  own  Hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  Sov'reign  Grace  ; 
Abounding   through  his   Son.] 

4.  'Tis  from  the  Mercy  of  our  God 

That  all   our    Hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by   the  Water   and  the"  Blood 
Our  Souls  are  wafh'd  from    Sin. 

5.  'Tis   through  the    Purchafe  of  his  Death, 

Who   hung  upon  the  Tree, 
The   Spirit   is  fent  down   to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  Bones   as  we. 

X).    Rais'd  from  the  Dead  we  live  anew  ; 
And   juftify'd    by  Grace, 
We  mail   appear  in   Glory  too, 
And   fee  our   Father's    Face. 

H    Y    M    N      CLXXVI. 

Blejfed   be  ye  Poor,     Luke  vi.  20. 

» 
O  R  D,    when  I  hear  thy   Children  talk, 
_  j  (  And  I    believe  'tis  often  true  ) 
How  with  Delight  thy   Ways  they  walk, 
And   gladly  thy  Commandments  do. 

2.  In  my   own   Breaft  I  look,    and  read 

Accounts  fb    very  dilPrent  there, 
That   had  I   not  thy   Blood  to  plead, 
Each  Sight  would  fink   me  to   Befpair. 

3.  Needy,   and  naked,   and  unclean, 

Empty  of  Good,    and  full  of  111, 
A  lifelefs  Lump  of  loatlifome  Sin, 

Without 


C     ITS     ) 

Without  the  Power  to  act  or  will. 

4.  I  feel   my  fainting  Spirits  droop  ; 

My  wretched   Leannefs   I   deplore, 
'Till  gladden'd  with  a  Gleam  of  Hope 

From  this,  «  The  Lord  hasblefs'd  the  Poor." 

5.  Then  while  I  make  my  fecret  Moan, 

Upwards  I  cart  my    Eyes  and  lee, 
Though   I  have  Nothing  of  my  own, 
My  Treafure   is  immenfe  in  Thee. 

6.  Still  may  I  keep  thy    Love  in   View, 

Lean  there  ;    nor  envy  thofe  that  run  ; 
Still  truft  to — not   what  I  can   do, 
But  what  thyfelf  haft  for  me  done. 

7.  My  Treafure  is  thy  precious   Blood  •> 

Fix  there  my  Heart  :    And  for  the    reft, 
Under   thy  forming  Hands,  my  God, 

Give  me  that  Frame  which  thou    lik'ft  beft. 

HYMN         CLXXVH. 

1.  T     O  !  he  comes  with  Clouds  defcending  ; 
\_j   Once  for  guilty  Sinners  flain  ! 

Thoufand  Thoufand  Saints  attending, 
Swell  the  Triumph  of  his  Train  : 
Halleluja  ! 
Alleluia  !  Amen. 

2.  Ev'ry  Eye  mall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  Majefty  ; 
Thofe  who  fet  at  Nought  and  fold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  Tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall   the  true  Messiah  fee. 

3.  Ev'ry  Ifland,  Sea  and  Mountain, 

Heav'n   and  Earth  (hall  flee  away  ; 

All 


C  iw  ) 

All  who  hate  him  muft  confounded 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  Day  ; 

Come  to  Judgment  ! 
Come  to  Judgment  !    Come  away ! 

2.  Now  Redemtion  long  expected, 
See  !  in  folemn  Pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  Saints  by  Man  rejected, 
Now  mall  meet  him  in  the  Air  ! 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  Day  of  God  appear  ! 

5.  Anfwer  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit  , 
Haften,    LORD,  the  gen'ral  Doom  ! 
The  new  Heav'n  and  Earth  t'  inherit, 
Take  thy  pining  Exiles  home  : 

All  Creation 
Travails,  Groans,  and  bids  Thee  come  1 

i.  Yea  !  Aman  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  Throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  Pow'r  and  Glory  : 
Claim  the  Kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  !   Come,  LORD,  come  ! 


*^HnH"H*4-^H>* 


-*n* 


M 


H   Y   M    N       CLXXVIil. 

Mercy  comes  tc  the  Miferable. 
ERCY  is  welcome   News  indeed, 


To  thofe  that  guilty  ftand. : 
Wretches  that  feel  what  Help  they  need, 
Will  blefs  the  helping  Hand. 

Who  rightly  would  his  Alms  difpofe, 
Mu ft  give  them  to  the  Poor  : 

None 


C     i<$o    ) 

None  but  the  wounded  Patient  knows 
That  Comfort  of  his  Cure. 

3.  We  all  have  fmn'd  againft  our  GOD  ; 

Exception  none   can  boaft  ; 
But  he  that  feels  the  heavieft  Load, 
Will  prize  Forgivenefs  molt. 

4.  No  Reck'ning  can  we  rightly  keep  ; 

For  who  the  Sums  can  know  ? 

Some  Souls  are  fifty  Pieces  deep  ; 

And  fome  Five  Hundred  owe. 

5.  But  let  out  Debts  be  what  they  may, 

However  great,  or  fmall  ; 
As  foon  as  we  have  nought  to  pay, 
Our  LORD  forgives  us  all. 

().  'Tis  perfect  Poverty  alone, 
That  fets  the  Soul  at  large  ; 
While  we  can  call  one  Mite  our  own, 
We  have  no  full  Difcharg-e. 


cr 


HYMN       CLXXIX, 

1.  TV/TESSIAH,   full  of  Grace 
JLVJL  Redeem'd  by  thee  we  plead 

The  promife  made  to  Abra'ms  Race 
To  Souls  for  Ages  dead. 

2.  Their  Bones  are  quite  dry'd  up 

Throughout  the  Vale  appear  ; 
Cut  of  and  loft  their  laft  faint  Hope 
To  fee  thy  Kingdom  here. 

3.  Open  their  Graves,  and  bring 

The    Outcafts  forth  to  Own 
Thou  art  their  Lord,  their  God  and  King, 
Their  true  anointed  One. 

4.  T« 


C     161    ) 

4.  To  fave  the  Race  Forlorn 

Thy  glorious  Arm  difplay  : 
And  fhew  the  World  a  Nation  born, 
A  Nation  in  a  Day  ! 

HYMN      CLXXX. 

ji  living  and  a    dead  Faith,    collefted  from  fevsral 
Scriptures, 

1.  ]l  Tlftaken  Souls  !  that   dream  of  Heav'n, 
IV A  And  make  their  empty  boaft, 

Of  inward  Joys,   and  Sins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  Slaves  to  Luft. 

2.  Vain  are  our  Fancies,  airy  Flights, 

If  Faith  be  cold  and  dead, 

None  but  a  living  Pow'r  unites 

To  Chrift  the  living  Head. 

3.  *Tis  Faith  that  changes   all  the  Heart ; 

'Tis  Faith  that  Works  by  Love  j 
That  bids  all  finful  Joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  Thoughts  above. 

4.  'Tis  Faith  that  conquers  Earth  and  He]) 

By  a  celeftial  Pow'r  ; 
This  is  the  Grace  that  mall  prevail 
In  the   decifive   Hour. 

[c.  Faith  muft  obey  her  Father's  Will 
As  well   as  truft  his  Grace, 
A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  frill 
For  his  own  Holinefs. 

6,  When  from  the  Curfe  he  fets  us   free, 

He  makes  our  Natures  clean, 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to   be 
The  Miniiler  of  Sin. 

7.  His  Spirit  purifies  our  Frame, 

And  Seals  our  Peace  with  God  ; 

L  Jem* 


C    162   ) 

Jefus  and  his  Salvation  came 
By   Water  and  by  Blood.  J 

H    Y    M     N        CLXXXI. 

1.  T\ /TOURNING,  and   drooping,  here  I  lie 
JLVjL  Upon  this    earthly   Clod, 

While  heav'nly  Things    invite  my   Eye, 
And  bring  me    to   my  God. 

2.  Tranfported  with  a  glorious  View 

Of  God's  eternal    Love, 
Unto  this  World  I   bid   adieu, 
And  long  to   be  Above. 

3.  There  all  the   Saints  in  Harmony 

Do   ftand   forevermore, 
And  to   a  raft  Eternity. 

Their   glorious    Lord  adore, 

4.  Hark  !  Hark  S  Methinks  I  hear  the  Sound  j 

Methinks  the    Angels  ling  ; 
The    glorious   Melody    goes  round, 
Which   makes    the  Heav'ns  to    ring. 

5.  The  Saints    above  do  ling  a  Song 

(  In  a  melodious  Strain  ) 
Which  doth  to  God  alone    belong, 
And   to  the  Lamb  once  {lain. 

6.  Wonder,  and  Love,  and  Joy,  and  Praife, 

Fill   all  their   happy    Souls, 
While  the  vaft  Flood  of  fov'reign  Grace 
Through   all    the  Region  rolls. 

7.  The  Saints   all  cloth'd    in   white   Array, 

Their  Saviour's  Praife  declare  ; 
Through  the   bright  Realms  ofendlefs  Day. 
There's    not  one    Mourner  there. 

8.  But  oh,  the   Glory   of  the    Place, 

No 


C     r53    ) 

No    Mortal  Tongue  can  tell  ! 
Where  they   behold  their   Saviour's  Face, 
And  in  his  Prefence  dwell. 

(j.  Oh,  how  they  each  perforin  their  Parts, 
Thro*   all  the  happy   Train  ! 
This  glorious   Song  infpires  their   Hearts, 
Worthy    the  Lamb,  once    flain  ! 

10.  Amen,  they  cry,  Amen,   Amen, 
Thy   Ways  oh  God  are  true  j 

Bleffing,  and  Glory,  Wifdom,  and 
Thankfgiving  is    thy    Due. 

11.  Honour,  and  Pow'r,  and  endlefs  Might, 

Be  giv'n  to  Thee,  oh    Lord  ! 
In   this  fweet   Song  they  all   unite, 
And  ling  with  One  Accord. 

12.  Oh,  how  the  bending  Seraphs  join 
To    praife    the    God   Above !. 

While   all  the    Saints,  in   Notes  Divine, 
Do    ling  redeeming  Love. 

13.  Worthy,  oh  Lord,  worthy  art  thou  ; 
To  wear  the   glorious  Crown  ; 

So    all   the  Saints  in  Glory   bow, 
And  call  their  Di'dems  down. 

1 4.  The  Song  eternally  goes  round, 
To  him  that    made  the    Sky, 

I'm   lolt,  I'm  loft,  to    view  the  Bound 
Of  vaft  Eternity. 

15.  When  there   have  pall  more  Million  Years. 

Than   Sands  upon  the   Shore  ; 
The    Saints   above  will  have  no  Fears 
That  the  blefl  Space  is  o'er, 

16.  If  all  the  Drops  in  Oceans  wide 
Were  to  be  number'd  o'er, 

L    2  And 


C    164    ) 

And  then  by  Millions  multiply' d, 
/ind  twice  as  many  more; 

1 7.  And  then  as  many  Years  fhould  pafs 
As    Water  Drops  in  all  ; 

Or  Grains  of   Sand,  or  Spires  of  Grafs, 
Upon   this  earthly  Ball. 

18.  Then  add  as  many  Millions  more 
As  Stars  that    fill   the  Sky  ; 

Then  all  that  Number  doubled  o'er 
Can't  mete  Eternity. 

19.  Eternity  will  ftill  remain  ; 

'Twill   be    Eternity. 
The  Song  to  God  the  Three   in    One 
Will    la  ft   eternally. 

20.  Who  can  defcribe  the    Bleflednefs 

Of   Pleafure   ever  new  ? 
I  long  the  Glory  to  poflefs, 
And  bid  all   Sin    adieu. 

21.  Farewell   my  Friends,  I  long  to  go; 
Adieu  Death ,  Sorrow,  Pain, 

Adieu  to  Fears,  Adieu  to  Woe  ; 
And  Welcome  endlefs   Gain. 

22.  Oh,  how  my  Soul   doth  long  to  quit 
This  Earth,  and  Soar  away  \ 

Oh  Jefus,  if  it  is  moft    fit, 
Let   not  thy    Chariot  {lay. 

25.  Come  take  my  longing    Spirit  up, 
To  dwell  with  Thee  above  ; 
I  long  with  Thee,  my    Lord,  tq  fup, 
On  everlafling  Love. 

24.  The  Time  feems  long  till  Thou  doll  bring 
My  Soul  unto  that   Place, 
Where  I  thy  Praife  fhall  ever  Mug, 

And   reft  in  thine  Embrace.  HYMN 


C     16?     ) 
H    Y    M    N       CLXXXn. 

Complaining    of  Spiritual  Sloth, 

1.  1\/TY  drowfy  Pow'rs,  why  deep  ye  fo, 
XV  L   Awake    my  fluggifL  Soul  ! 

Nothing   has  halt  thy  Work  to  do, 
Yet  Nothing's    half  fo  dull. 

2.  The  little  Ants  for  one  poor  Grain 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive, 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  Heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent   we  live  I 

3.  We,  for  whofe  Sake  all  Nature  (lands, 

And  Stars  their  Courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  Guard  the  Angel  Bands 
Come  flying  from   above  ; 

4.  We,  for  whom  God  tha  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd   for  our  Good, 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  Crown, 
He  purchas'd  with  his  Blood  ! 

5.  Lord,  fhall  we   lie  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  act.  our  Pans  ! 
Come,  hply  Dove,  from  th*  heav'nly  Hill, 
And   fit   and  warm  our  Hearts. 

(t.  Then  fhall  our  active  Spirits  move, 
Upward  our    Souls   fhall  rife : 
With    Hands  of  Faith,  and  Whigs  of  Love, 
We'll   fiy  and  take  the  Prize. 

HYMN      CLXXXni 

Watchfubiefi  and    Brotherly  Reproof. 

2.    A/TY    God,  accept  my   early  Vows, 

JLVX  Like    Morning  Incenfe  in  thine  Koufe  ; 
L   3  And 


(     166    ) 

And  let  my  nightly  Worfliip  rife, 
Sweet  as  the  Ev'ning  Sacrifice. 

2.  Watch    o'er  my  Lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 

From    ev'ry   rafh   and  heedlefs  Word  ; 
Nor   let  my  Feet  incline   to  tread 
The  guilty  Path  where  Sinners  lead. 

3.  O  may  the  Righteous,  when  I  ftray, 

Smite  and  reprove  my  w  and'ring  Way  ! 
Their  gentle  Words,  like  Ointment  fhed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  chear  my  Head. 

4    When  I  behold  them  prefl  with  Grief, 
I'll   cry  to  Heav'n  for  their  Relief  ; 
And  by  my  warm  Petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  Love. 

HYMN        CLXXXIV, 

1.  A/1"Y  God  I  am  thine  ; 
1YJL  'Tis  Comfort  Divine, 

To  know  that  the  Sav'our  of  Sinners  is  mine. 

2.  In  the  heav'nly  Lamb 
Thrice  happy  I  am. 

My  Heart  doth  rejoice  at  the  Sound  of  his  Name. 

3.  True  Pleafures  abound 
In  the  rapt'rous   Sound, 

Whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  Paradife  found. 

4.  My  Jefus  to  know, 
And  feel  his  Blood  flow, 

'Tis  Life   everlafting,    'tis   Heaven  below. 

5.  Yet  onward  I  hafle 
To  the  heav'nly  Feaft  : 

That,  that  is  the   Fulnefs  j  but  this  is  the  Tafte. 

6.  And 


C    167   ) 

6.  And  this  I  mall  prove, 
'Till  glad  I  remove 
To  the  Heav'n  of  Heavens  in  Jefus's  Love. 

H   Y   M    N.     CLXXXV. 

Human  Weaknefs    owned. 

1.  "TV yTY   Lord,  how  great's  the  Favour  ! 
XV  A  That  I  a  Sinner  Poor, 

Can   thro'   thy  Blood's   fweet  Savour 

Approach   thy   Mercy, s  Door  : 
And  find  an  open  Paflage 

Unto  the  Throne  of  Grace  ; 
There   wait  the  welcome  Menage, 

That  bids  me  go  in   Peace. 

2.  Lord,  I'm  an  helplefs  Creature, 

Fall  of  the  deeped  Need. 
Throughout   defil'd  by  Nature 

Stupid,    and  inly  dead  : 
My  Strength  is  perfect  Weaknefs, 

And  all  I  have  is  Sin  ; 
My  Heart  is  all  Uncleannefs, 

A  Den  of  Thieves  within. 

3.  In  this  forlorn  Condition, 

Who  mall  afford  me   Aid  ? 
Where  mall  I  find    Companion 

But   in  the    Church's   Head  .? 
Jefus  thou  art  all    Pity, 

O   take  me  to  thine  Arms, 
And  exercife  thy   Mercy, 

To  fave  me  from  all  Harms. 

4.  I'll  never  ceafe  repeating 

My  numberlefs   Complaints  ; 
But  ever   be  intreating 

The  glorious  King  of  Saints 

L  4  'Till 


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'Til  I  attain  the   Image 

Of  him  I  inly  Love  ; 
And  pay  my  greatful  Homage 

With  all  the  Saints  above. 

5.  Then  I,  with  all  in  Glory, 

Will  thankfully  relate 
Th'  amazing,  pleating  Story 

Of  Jefu's  Love  fo  great  ; 
In  this   bleft  Contemplation 

I  ever  mall  be  well  ; 
And  prove  fuch  Confolation, 

As  none  below  can  tell. 

HYMN      CLXXXVI. 

A  Thought   of  Death  and  Glory. 

1,   "TV  /TY  Soul  come  meditate  the  Day, 
XV JL  And  think  how  near  it  (lands, 
W  hen  thou  mure  quit  this  Houfe  of  Clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  Lands. 

[2.  And  you   mine  Eyes,  look  down  and  View 
The  hollow  gaping  Tomb  : 
This  gloomy  Prifon  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  Summons  come.] 

3.  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 
And  place  us  in  their  ftead  ; 
Then  would  your  Spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converfe  With  the  Dead  : 

A..  Then  mould  we  fee  the  Saints  above 
In  their  own  glorious   Forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  Souls  mould  love 
To  dwell    with   mortal  Worms. 

5.  How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  Cloaths  of  Flefli, 
Thefe  Fetters,  and  this   Load  -, 

And 


C    169   ) 

And  long  for  Ev'ning  to  undrefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God. 

().  We  mould  almoft  for  fake  our  Clay 
Before  the  Summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wifh  our  Souls   away 
To  their  eternal  Home. 

H    Y  M    N      CLXXXVIL 

A  Song  of  Praifcfor  the  Holy  Choft. 

1.  "|\/TY  Soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
XVi  My  Spirit    doth    Rejoice 

In  God  my   Saviour,  and  my   God  ; 
I  hear   his  joyful  Voice. 

2.  I  need  not  go  abroad   for  Joys, 

I  have  a   Feaft  at  Home  ; 
My  Sighs  are  turned  into   Songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come 

3.  Down  from  above   the  blefled  Dove, 

Is  come  into  my  Breaft, 
To  Witnefs  God's    eternal  Love  ; 
This  is   my    Heav'nly  Feaft. 

4.  This  makes  me  Abba  Father  cry, 

With  Confidence   of  Soul ; 
This  makes  me   cry,  My  Lord,  my  God, 
And  that  without   Controul. 

5.  There   is  a  Stream  that   iflues  forth 

From  God's    eternal   Throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  Stream, 
Clear  as  the  Cryftal  Stone  : 

(y.  The   Stream  doth   Water   Faradife, 
It   makes  the  Angels   fing  ; 
One  Cordial   Drop  revives   my  Heart, 
Hence   all  my  Joys   do  fpringj 

L  5  7.  Such 


C    170    ) 

7.  Such  Joys  as    are  unfpeakable, 
And   full   of  Glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  Manna,  hidden  Pearls, 
As  Worldlings  do  not  know. 

.  Eye   hath  not  feen,  nor  Ear  hath  heard, 

From   Fancy  'tis   conceal'd 
What  thou    Lord  haft  laid  up  for  thine, 
And  haft  to  me  reveal'd. 

0.  I  fee  thy  Face,  I  hear  thy  Voice, 

I  tafte   thy  fweeteft  Love  ; 
My  Soul  doth  leap,  but  Oh,  for  Wings  ; 
The  Wings    of  Noah's   Dove. 

10.  Then  would     I   fly  far   hence  away, 
Leaving  this  World  of  Sin  ; 

Then   Would    my  Lord  put  forth  his  Hand. 
And    kindly  take   me    in. 

11.  Then  would  my  Soul  with  Angels  Feaft, 
On  Joys  which    always   laft  ; 

Bleft  be  my  God,  the  God  of  Joy, 
Who  gives   me  here  a  Tafte. 

HYMN      CLXXXVIII. 

Submiffion   to   Jjjlifiivs  Providences. 

1.  VT  A  K  E  D  as  from  the   Earth  we  came, 
l\    And  crept  to  Life  at  fir  ft, 

We  to   the  Earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  Duft. 

2.  The  dear  Delights   we  here  enjoy, 

And    fondly   call  our   own, 
Are  but  fhort  Favours  borrow'd  now, 
To   be   repaid  anon. 

3.  'Tis 


C    171    ) 

5.  'Tis   God  that  lifts   our  Comforts  high, 
Or  finks  them  in  the  Grave  : 
He  gives,  and  (  blefled  be  his  Name  !  ) 
He   takes   but  what  he  gave. 

4.  Peace,  all  our  angry  Paffions  then  ! 

Let   each   rebellious   Sigh 
Be   filent  at  his    So v 'reign  Will, 
And  ev'ry   Murmur   die, 

5.  If  fmiling  Mercy   crown  our  Lives, 

Its   Praifes  mall  be   fpread, 
And   we'll   adore  the  Juftice  too 
That  ftrikes   our   Comforts  dead. 

H   Y    M    N        CLXXXIX- 

Heaven   tnvifible   cuid   Holy,  1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10,     Rev, 
xxi,   27. 

1.  VT  O  R  Eye  has  feen,  nor  Ear  has  heard, 
JL \l    Nor  Senfe   nor  Reafon  known, 

What  Joys   the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  that   Love  the  Son. 

2.  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  A    Heav'n  to  come  : 
The  Beams   of  Glory  in  his  Word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3.  Pure  are  the  Joys   above  the  Sky, 

And  all   the  Region  Peace  ; 
No   wanton   Lips,  nor  envious  Eye, 
Can  fee  or  tafte   the  Blifs. 

4.  Thofe  holy  Gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  Sin,    and  Shame  ; 
None  fliall   obtain  Admittance  there, 
But    Foll'wers   of  the   Lamb. 

5.  He  keeps  the  Father's    Book   of  Life, 

There 


C   172    ) 

There  all  their  Names  are  found  ; 
The  Hypocrite  in  vain  mall  drive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  Ground. 

H   Y   M   N      CXC. 

The  IVIifery  of  being  without  God   in  this  World  ;   Or, 
Vain   Prosperity. 

1.  "^TO>  I  ma^  envy  them  no  more, 
JlN    Who  grow  profanely   Great, 

Tho'  they  increafe   their  golden  Store, 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  Height. 

2.  They  tafte  of  all  the   Joys  that  grow 

Upon  this   earthly  Clod  ! 
Well,  they  may  fearch  the  Creature  thro% 
For  they    have  ne'er  a  God. 

3.  Shake   off  the  Thoughts   of  dying  too, 

And   think  your  Life  your  own  ; 
But   Death  comes   haft'ning  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  Glory  down  ; 

4.  Yes,  you   mufl  bow  your   ftately  Head, 

Away  your  Spirit  flies, 
And  no  kind  Angel  near  your  Bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  Skies. 

5.  Go  now,  and  boaft  of  all  your  Stores, 

And  tell  how  bright  they  mine ; 
Your  Heaps  of  glitt'ring  Duit.  are  yours, 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 

H    Y    M    N     CXCI. 

Charity   and  Uticharitabienefs. 

I.  "'VT  °  T  diff'rent    Food  nor  diffYent  Drefs, 
-LN    Compofe    the  Kingdom  of  our  Lord  : 
But  Peace  and  Joy  and   Righltoufneis, 

Faith, 


C    '73    ) 

Faith  and  Obedience   to  his  Word, 

2.     When  weaker  Christians  we  defpife 
We  do  the  Gospel  mighty  Wrong: 
For  God  the  Gracious  and  the  Wife, 
Receives  the  Feeble  with  the  Strong. 

L  Let  Pride  and   Wrath  be  banim'd   hence, 
Meeknefs   and  Love  our    Souls  purine  ; 
Nor  fhall   our   Practice  give  Offence 
To  Saints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew. 

H  Y  m  k     cxcn. 

The  Song  of  "Zachazizsy  and   the    Mcffhge  of  John 
the  Baptift  :    Or,   Light   and  Salvation  of  Jeftis, 
Chrift,  Luke  i  08,  &c.  John  i.  29,  32. 

1.  "KJOW  be  the  God  of  Ifra'l  bleis'd, 
JlSI    Who  makes  his   Truth  appear  j 

His  mighty  Hand  fulfils  his  Word, 
And  all   the  Oaths   he  fware. 

2.  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  Root 

With  BleHings  from  t^e  Skies  ; 
He  makes  the  Branch  of  r'romife  grow, 
The  promis'd  Hern  arife. 

[3.  John  was  the  Prophet  of  the   Lord, 
To  go  before   his  Face, 
The  Herald  which  our  Saviour-God 
Sent  to  prepare   his  Ways. 

4.  He  makes  the  great  Salvation  known, 
He  fpeaks  of  pardon' d  Sins  ; 
While  Grace  Divine,    and  heav'nly   Love 
In  its  own  Glory  mines. 

5. "  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  he  cries, 
"That  takes  our  Guilt  away  : 

"I 


C    174   ) 

"I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  Head 
"  On  his  Baptizing  Day.] 

6.  "  Be  ev'ry  Vale  exalted  high, 

"Sink  ev'ry  Mountain  low; 
"  The  Proud  mull  ftoop,  and  humble  Souls 
"  Shall  his  Salvation  know. 

7.  "  The  Heathen  Realms  with  Ifrael's   Land 

"  Shall  join  in  fweet  Accord  ; 
"  And  all  that's  born  of  Man  ihall  fee 
»'  The  Glory  of  the  Lord. 

£.  "Behold  the  Morning-Star  arife, 
"Ye  that  in  Darknefs  lit ; 
"  He  marks  the  Path  that  leads  to  Peace, 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  Feet. 

H    Y    M    N     exem. 

Redeeming  Love. 

1.  l^TOW  begin  the  heav'nly  Theme, 
JJN    Sing  aloud  in  Jem's  Name  ; 
Ye,  who  jefu's  Kindncfs  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  Love. 

2.  Ye,  who  fee  the  Father's  Grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  Face  ; 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praife  and  blefs  redeeming  Love. 

3.  Mourning  Souls  dry  up  your   Tears, 
Banifli  all  your  guilty  Fears  ; 

See  your  Guilt  and  Curfe  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  Love. 

4.  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  Slaves  of  Death  and  Sin  ; 
Now  from  Blifs  no  longer  rove, 
Stop— and  talle  redeeming   Love. 

5.  Welcome 


c  m  ) 

5.  Welcome  all  by  Sin  oppreft, 
Welcome  all  to  Jefus  Chrilfc  ; 
Nothing  brought   him   from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  Love. 

6.  He  fubdu'd  th'  infernal  Pow'rs, 
Kis  tremendous  Foes  and  ours, 
From  their  curfed  Empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  Love. 

7.  Hither  then  your  Mufic  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  String  j 
Mortals  join  the  Hofts  above, 
Join  to  praife  redeeming  Love. 

HYMN       CXCIV. 

Lovi   and  Hatred. 

1.  1VJOW    by  the  Bowels  of  my   GOD, 

JLN    His  fharp  Diftrefs,  his   fore  Complaints, 
By  his  laft  Groans,  his  dying   Blood, 
I  charge  my  Soul  to  love  the  Saints. 

2.  Clamour  and   Wrath  and  War  be  gone, 
Envy  and  Spite  for   ever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  Words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  Saints,   the  Sons  of  Peace. 

3.  The  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  Dove 

Flies  from  the  Realms  of  Noife  and  Strife  ; 
Why  mould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  Love, 
Who  Seals  our  Souls  to  heav'nly  Life  ? 

4.  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  Thoughts  ; 
Thro'  all  our  Lives  let  Mercy  run": 

So  GOD  forgives  our  num'rous  Faults, 
For  the  dear  Sake   of  CHRIST  his  Son. 

HYMN. 


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HYMN      CXCV. 

New  Year*s  Day, 

1 .  VT  O  W,  gracious  Lord,  thine  Arm  reveal, 
xN    And  make  thy  Glory  known  ; 

Now  let  us   all  thy   Prefence   feel, 
And  foften   Hearts  of  Stone  ! 

2.  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  Throne^ 

And  plead   a  Saviour's  Name  ; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  Own, 
Is  Vanity  and    Shame. 

3.  From  all   the  Guilt  of  former  Sin 

May  Mercy  fet  us  free  ; 
And   let  the   Year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and   End  with   Thee. 

4.  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  Saints   may  love    Thee  more  ; 
And  Sinners  now  may  learn  to  love 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

5£  And  when  before  Thee  we   appear 
In  our  Eternal  Home  ; 
May  growing   Numbers  worfhip   here, 
And  praife  Thee  in  our  Room. 

HYMN      CXCVI. 

An  Evening  Song, 

I  •  XT  O  W  from  the  Altar  of  my  Heart, 
Jl\I    Let  Incenfe   Flames  arife, 
Afliil   me,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Mine    Evening   Sacrifice. 

2.  Awake,  my   Love  3   awake,  my  Joy  ; 
Awake,   my  Heart  and  Tongue  ; 

Sleew 


C     177     ) 

Sleep  not  when   Mercies   loudly  call ; 
Break   forth  into   a  Song. 

3.  Man's    Life's  a  Book  of  Hiftory, 

The   Leaves  thereof  are    Days ; 
The   Letters   Mercies  clofely  join'd, 
The   Title  is  thy  Praife. 

4.  This  Day  was   God  my  Sun  and  Shield,, 

My   Keeper    and  my  Guide  ; 
His    tender    Care  o'er  me   was  mc*svn, 
His    Mercies  multiply 'd. 

5.  Minutes  and  Mercies  multiply' d 

Have    made  up   all  this  Day; 
Minutes  came  quick  ;  but  Mercies  were 
More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

6.  New  Time,  new  Favour,  and  new  Joys, 

New    Songs  of  Praife   require; 
Till   I  lliall  praife  Thee   as  I  would 
Accept  my  Heart's   Defire. 

7.  Lord  of  my    Time,  whofe  Hand  hath  fet 

New  Time  upon  my  Score, 
Thee   mail    I  Praife  for   all  my  Tune, 
When  Time   ihall  be  no  more. 

H  Y   M  N       CXCVII. 

1.  1VT  O  W    from   the   Garden  to  the   Crofs, 
XNI    Let   us  attend  the  Lamb  of  God. 
Be  all   Things    elfe  accounted   Drofs, 
Compar'd   with  Sin  atoning  Blood. 

3.  See,  how  the  patient  Jefus  ftands, 
Infalted  in  his  lowelt  Cafe  : 
Sinners  have  bound  th'  Almighty's   Hands; 
And  fpit  in  their   Creator's  Face. 

3.  With  Thorns  his  Temples  gor'd  and  gam'd, 
M  Send 


C     178    ) 

Send  Streams   of  Blood  from  ev'ry  Part. 
His  Back's  with  knotted  Scourges  lafh'd  : 
But   fharper  Scourges  tear  his  Heart. 

4.  Nail'd  naked  to  th'  accurfed  Wood ; 

Expos'd  to  Earth,  and  Heav'n  above, 
A  Spectacle  of  Wounds  and  Blood  ; 
A  Prodigy  of  injur'd   Love  ! 

5.  Hark  how  his  doleful    Cries  affright 

Affected  Angels*  while  they  view. 
His  Friends  forfook  him  in    the  Night  ; 
And  now  his  God  forfakes   him  too. 

6.  Oh  what  a  Field  of  Battle's  here  ! 

Vengeance   and  Love  their  Pow'rs  oppofe : 
Never  was  fuch  a  mi^Jity   Pair  ; 

Never  were  two  fuch  deip'rate  Foes. 

7.  Behold  that  Pale,  that  languid  Face, 

That  drooping    Head,  thofe  cold  dead  Eyes ! 
Behold,  in   Sorrow  and  Difgrace, 

Our  conqu'ring   Heroe  hangs  and  dies  ! 

8.  Ye   that  afliune  his  facred  Name, 

Now   tell  me,  what  can  all  this  mean  ? 

What  was  it  bruis'd  God's  harmlefs  Lamb  ! 

What  was  it  pierc'd  his  Soul,  but  Sin  ? 

9.  Blufh,  Chriilian,  blufii  ;   let    Shame  abound, 

If  Sin  affects  Thee   not  with  Woe, 
Whatever   Spirit's  in  Thee  found, 

Chrifl's  Spirit  thou  didft  never  know. 

H  Y  M  N      CXCVIII. 

Love  on  a  Crofs,  and  a  Throne. 

O  W  let  my  Faith  grow  firong,  and  rife, 
And  view  my  Lord  in   all   his  Love  ; 
Look  back  to  hear  his  dying  Cries, 

Then 


'•N 


C    179   ) 

Then  mount  and  fee  his  Throne  above* 

2.  See  where  he  languifh'd  on  the  Crofs  ; 

Beneath  my  Sins  he  groan' d  and  dy'd  ; 
See   where  he  fits  to  plead  my  Caufe, 
By  his  Almighty  Father's  Side* 

3.  If  I  behold  his  bleeding  Heart, 

There  Love  in  Floods  of  Sorrow  reigns, 
He  Triumphs  o'er  the  killing  Smart, 
And  buys  my  Pleafure  with  his  Pains. 

4.  Or  if  I  climb   th'  eternal  Hills, 

Where    the  dear  Conqjj'ror  fits  enthron'd, 
Still  in  his  Heart  Companion  dwells, 
Near  the  Memorials  of  his  Wound* 

j.  How   mall   a  pardon'd   Rebel  mow 

How  much  I  Love  my  Saviour  God  t 

Lord  here  I  banim  ev'ry  Foe, 

I   hate  the  Sins   that  cofl  thy  Blood. 

£.  1   hold  no   more    Commerce  with  Hell, 
My   dearelt  Lufts  mail  all  depart  ; 
But  let  thine  Image  ever  dwell 
Stampt  as  a  Seal  upon  my  Heart. 

HYMN         CXCIX. 

The    Agonies  of  Chrijl. 

*,.  \TOW  let  our  Pains  be  all  forgot, 
-LNI    Our  Hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Our  SufF'rings  are  not  worth  a  Thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2.  In  lively  Figures   here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  Love  ; 
T^ach  of  us  Hope,  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  then  our  Griefs  remove. 

H  2  T2.  Out 


C    i8o    ) 

[3##  Our  humble  Faith  here  takes  her  Rife, 
While  fitting  round  his   Board  ; 
And  back  to  Calvary  fhe  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4.  His  Soul,  what  Agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ; 
And  the  large  Load  of  all  our  Guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5.  But  the  Divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  Hell  and  Sin, 
And  made  his  Triumph  there.] 

6.  Grace,  Wifdom,  Juftice,  join'd  and  wrought 

The  Wonders  of  that  Day  ! 
No  Mortal  Tongue,  nor  Mortal  Thought, 
Can  equal  Thanks  repay. 

7.  Our  Hymns  mould  found  like  thofe  above, 

Could  we  our  Voices  raife  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  Hearts  mall  all  be  Love, 
And  all  our  Lives  be  Praife. 


HYMN        CC. 

Chrifl's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 

1 .  "VTOW  let  our  mournful  Songs  record 
JJN    The  dying  Sorrows  of  our  Lord, 

When  he  complain' d  in  Tears  of  Blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2.  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  ihook  their  Heads  and  laugh 'd  in  Scorn  ; 
"He  refcu'd  others  from  the  Grave, 
"Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to    favei 

3.  "  This  is  the  Man  did  once  pretend 

"  God 


C     i8r     ) 

*J  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend ; 
"If  God  the  blefled  lov'd  him  fo, 
''Why  doth  he  fail   to  help  him  now?" 

4.  Barbarous  People  !    Cruel  Priefts  ! 

How  they  ftood  round  like  Savage  Beads  ; 

Like  Lions    gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had   left   him  in  their  Pow'r. 

5.  They  wound  his  Head,  his  Hands,  his  Feet, 
Till   Streams  of  Blood  each  other  meet ; 
By  Lot  his  Garments   they  divide, 

And  mock  the  Pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6.  But  God,  his  Father  heard  his  Cry ; 
Rais'd   from  the  Dead  he  reigns  on  high; 
The  Nations  learn  his  Righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  Sinners  tafte  his  Grace, 

H  Y   M   N      CCI. 

Parting  with  Friends. 

1 ,  XTOW  Lord,  tho'  we  muft  part  a  while, 
-LN    Upon  the  Heav'nly  Road  ; 

Yet  let  thy  Face  upon  us  fmile, 
And  keep  us  near  our  God. 

2.  And  if  on   Earth   again  we  meet, 

Lord  let  us  meet  with  thee  : 
And  let  thy  gracious  Prefence   Sweet 
From  Bondage  fet  us  free, 

3.  This  only  this   we  humbly  crave, 

While  Earth  is  our  Abode, 
That  we  with  Chrifl  and  Saints  may  have 
Communion   on   the   Road. 

4,  For  fince  our  Fellowfhip  below, 

Affords  luch  Joy   and  Love, 
We  long  its  full   Extent  to  know, 

U  %  When 


C     182     ) 

Wlicn  we  fhall  meet  above. 

$.  Let  this,  O  Lord  excite  us  on, 
To  keep  the  narrow  Way, 
Till  we  fhall  meet  around  thy  Throne, 
With  all  the  Heirs   of  Day. 

6,  Come  Holy  Ghoft,   our  Souls  infpire  ! 
Maintain  this  Flame  of  Love, 
Till  we  mail  join  that  glorious  Choir 
Of  Worfhippers  above. 

hymn    ccn. 

1 .  XTOW  may  the  Spirit's  holy  Fire, 
xNI    Defcending  from  above, 

His  waiting  Family  infpire 

With  Joy,  and  Peace,  and  Love  ! 

2.  Thee  we  the  Comforter  confefs  ; 

Unlefs  thou'rt  Prefent  here  ; 
Our  Songs  of  Praife  are  vain  Addrefs, 
We  utter  heartlefs  Pray'r. 

3.  Wake  heav'nly  Wind,  arife   and  come, 

Blow   on  the  drooping  Field  ; 
Our  Spices  then  mail  breathe  Perfume, 
And  Fragrant  Incenfe  yield. 

4.  Touch,   with  a  living  Coal,  the  Lip 

That  fhall  proclaim  thy  Word  ; 
And  bid  each  awfull   Hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the    Lord. 

£,  Haften  the   restitution  -  Day, 

Which  now  Corruption  fhrouds  ; 
New  Heavens,  and   new  Earth  difplay, 
With  Jefus  in   the  Clouds. 

HYMN, 


C     i83    ) 
H   Y  M   N      CCIII. 

A  Sight    of  Heaven  in  Sicktiefs. 

1.  ^v  F  T    have  I  fat  in   fecret  Sighs, 
KJ  To   feel  my  Flefh  decay, 

Then  groanM  aloud  with  frighted  Eyes, 
To  view  the  tott'ring   Clay. 

2.  But  I  forbid  my   Sorrows  now, 

Nor  dares  the  Flefh   complain  ; 
Difeafes    bring  then  Profit  too  ; 
The   Joy  o'ercomes  the  Pain. 

3.  My  chearful  Soul  now  all  the  Day 

Sits  waiting  here  and  fings  ; 
Looks  thro'   the  Ruins  of  her  Clay, 
And  practifes   her  Wings. 

/j.  Faith  almoft  changes  into  Sight, 
While   from   afar  flie  fpies, 
Her  fair  Inheritance,  in  Light 
Above   created  Skies. 

5.  Had  but  the  Prifon  Walls  been  ftrong, 

And  firm   without  a  Flaw, 
In   Darknefs  flie  had  dwelt  too  long, 
And  lefs   of  Glory  faw  : 

6.  But  now  the  everlafting  Hills 

Thro'   ev'ry  Chink   appear, 
And  fomething  of  the  Joy  me  feels 
While   fhe's  a  Prifoner  here  : 

7.  The  mines  of  Heav'n  rum  fweetly  in 

At  all  the  gaping  Flaws  ; 
Vinous  of  endlefs  Blifs  are  feen 
And  Native   Air  flie  draws. 

M  4  8.  O 


C     i84     ) 

g.  O  may  thefe  Walls  Hand  tott'ring  ftiH, 
The   Breaches   never   clofe  ! 
If  I  mult   here  in  Darknefs  dwell, 
And   all  this   Glory  lofe  ! 

9.    Or   rather  let   this  Flefh  decay, 
The  Ruins   wider  grow, 
Till  glad  to   fee   th'  enlarged  Way, 
1  ftretch  my  Pinions  through. 

HYMN      CCIV* 

The   STONY    HEART. 

X.    /~\  H,  For   a  Glance  of  heav'nly  Day, 
\J  To   take  this   ftubborn  Stone  away  ; 
And  thaw  with   Beams  of  Love    Divine 
This   Heart,  this   frozen  Heart  of  mine  ! 

2.  The  Rocks   can   rent  ;  the    Earth  can  quake  y 
The  Seas  can  roar  ;  the  Mountains  make  ; 
Of  Feeling  all  Things  fliew  fome  Sign  ; 
But  this  unfeeling  Heart  of  mine. 


o 


5.  To  hear  the  Sorrows  thou  haft  felt, 

Dear  Lord,  an    Adamant  would  melt  ; 
But    I   can  read   each  moving   Line, 

And  nothing  move  this   Heart  of  mine. 

4.  Thy   Judgments  too  unmovVl  I  hear, 

(Amazing  Thought  !  )    which  Devils  fear. 
Goodnefs   and  Wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  itir  this  ftupid  Heart  of  mine. 

5,  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  Deed  ; 

And  that    dear  Something  much  I  need. 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  Drofs  refine; 

And  move  and  melt  Uiis  Heart  of  mine. 

HYMN 


C     18?     ) 
HYMN      CCV. 

j,    y~x  H,  that  I  had  a   Bofom   Friend, 
kJ  To  tell   my  Secrets  to  ! 
On  whofe   Advice    I  might  depend, 
In  ev'ry    Thing  I    do. 

2.  How   do  I  wander  up  and  down, 
And  no  one  Pities   me  j 
I  feem  a  Stranger  quite  unknown, 
A   Son   of  Mifery. 

5.  None  lends  an  Ear  to  my  Complaint, 
Nor   minds  my  Cries  and  Tears  ; 
None  comes  to  help  me,  though   I  faint, 
Nor   my  vaft   Burthen  bears. 

4.  While'  others  live  in   Mirth   and  Eafe, 

And  feel  no   Want  nor  Woe  ;         • 
Through  this  dark,  howling  Wildernefs, 
I   full   of  Sorrow  go. 

5.  Oh  !  faithlefs  Soul,  to  Reafon  thus, 

And   Murmur   without  End  ; 
Did    Chrift  expire  upon  the  Crofs  ? 
And  is  not  he  thy  Friend  ? 

6.  Why  dofl  thou  envy  carnal  Men  ! 

And   think   their  'state  fo  bleit  ? 
How  great   Salvation  haft  thou  feen  ? 
And   Jefus  is  thy  Reft. 

7.  What   can  this  lower  World   afford, 

Compar'd  with  Gofpel  Grace, 
Thy  Happinefs  is  in   the   Lord, 
And  thou  malt  fee  his  Face. 

S.  Can  prefent  Griefs  be  counted  great, 
Compar'd  with  future  Woes  ? 
Will    transient   Pleafures  feem  fo  fweet, 
Compar'd  with   endlefs   Joys  ? 

M    5        '  9.    How 


C    186    ) 

0.  How   fbon  will   God  withdraw  the  Scene, 

And   burn  the  World   he  made  ? 
Then   Woe  to    carnal  carelefs  Men ; 
My  Soul   lift  np  thy  Head. 

io.  Thy   Saviour  is  thy    real  Friend, 
Conftant,  and,  true,  and  good  : 
He  will  be  with  thee   to  the   End, 
And  bring  thee  fafe   to  God. 

1 1 .  What  then  my  Soul   haft  thou  to  fear  ! 
Or   why  ihould'ft   thou  repine  ? 

Look   up,  behold    Redemption's  near  ; 
Rejoice,  for   Heav'n  is  thine. 

12.  Why   O  my  Soul,    art  thou  io   fad? 
When  will  thy  Sighs  be  o'er  ? 

Rejoice  in   Jefus,    and   be  glad, 
Rejoice  for    Evermore. 

HYMN       CCVI. 

The    two  Debtors. 

1.  /^v  N  C  E    a  Woman  filent  flood 
VJ    While   Jefus  fat   at   Meat  ; 

From  her  Eyes  me  pour'd  a  Flood 

To    wafti  his   Sacred   Feet  : 
Shame  and   Wonder,  Joy  and  Love, 

All  at  once  poflefs'd  her  Mind, 
That   Ihe   e'er  fo  vile  could    prove, 

Yet  now  Forgivenefs  find. 

2.  (l  How  came  this   vile  Woman  here  ? 

"  Will  Jefiis  notice  fuch  ? 
"  Sure,  if  he  a  Prophet  were, 

<(  He  would  difdain  her  touch  ! '' 
Simon  thus,  with  fcornful  Heart, 

Slighted  one  whom  Jefus  lov'd  ; 
But  her  Saviour  took  her  Part, 

And 


C     i87    ) 

And  thus  his  Pride   reprov'^  : 

5.  "  If  two   Men  in   Debt  were  bounds 

u  One  lefs,  the  other  more  ; 
(<  Fifty,  or  five  hundred  Pound, 

"  And   both  alike  were  Poor  ; 
"  Should   the  Lender   both   forgive, 

<<  When  he  faw  them   both  diftrefs'd  1 
t(  Which   of  them  would  you  believe 

"  Engag'd  to  love  him   beft  ? 

4.  "  Surely  he  who  moft  did  owe," 

The  Pharifee   reply'd  ; 
Then  oiir  Lord,  «  By  judging  fb, 

"  Thou  doft  for  her  decide  : 
«  Simon,  if  like   her   you  knew 

i{  How  much  you   Forgivenels  need  ; 
<<  You   like   her  had   acled  too, 

t(  And  welcomed  me   indeed  I 

).  "  When  the   Load   of  Sin  is  felt, 

"  And  much   Forgivenefs  known  ; 
«  Then  the  Heart   of  Courfe  will  melt, 

"  Tho'  hard  before  as  Stone  ; 
*<  Blame  not  then  her  love  and  Tears, 

"  Greatly  fhe  in  Debt  has   been  ; 
*•'  But   I  have  remov'd   her  Fears, 

"  And  pardon'd    all  her  Sin." 

6.  When   I    read  this   Woman's  Cafe, 

Her  Love   and    humble  Zeal; 
I  confefs,  with   Shame  of  Face, 

My  Heart  is  made   of  Steel  ; 
Much  has  been  forgiv'n   to    me, 

Jefus  paid   my  heavy  Score; 
What   a   Creature  muft   I  be, 

That   I  can  love  no  more  ! 


HYMN 


C     188    ) 
H    Y   M   N       CCVII. 

1.  f\  N  C  E  more  before  we  part, 
kJ  We'll  hlefs  the  Saviour's   Name, 

Record  his  Mercies,  ev'ry  Heart  ; 
Sing,   ev'ry    Tongue,  the  fame. 

2.  Hoard   up  his  Sacred  Word, 

And  feed  thereon,  and   grow  : 
Go  on,  and  feek   to  know  the  Lord  ; 
And  praclife  what  you  know. 

HYMN       CCVHL 

A  Morning  Song. 

i .   ^\  N  C  E  more  my  Soul,  the  riling  Day 
V^J  Salutes   thy  waking  Eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  Voice,  thy   Tribute  pay 
To  him   that  Puiles  the  Skies. 

2.  Night   unto   Night  his  Name  repeats, 

The    Day  renews  the  Sound, 
Wide  on  the  Heav'n  on   which  he  fits 
To  turn  the   Seafons   round. 

3.  'Tis  he  fupports   my  Mortal  Frame, 

My    Tongue  fhall  fpeak  his  Praife  ; 
My  Sins  would  rouze   his  Wrath  to  Flame, 
And   yet  his  Wrath  delays. 

4.  [On  a   poor  Worm   thy  Pow'r  might  tread, 

And  1  could  ne'er  with.it  and  : 
Thy  Juftice  might  have  crufh'd  me  dead, 
But    Mercy  held  thine  Hand. 

5.  A  Thoufand  wretched  Souls  are  fled 

Since  the  lafl  fitting  Sun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  Thread, 
And  yet  my  Moments   run.] 

6.    Dear 


(    i89    ) 

6.  Dear   God,  let  -all  my   Hours  be  thine, 
Whilft  I  enjoy   thy  Light  ; 
Then  mail  my  Sun  in    Smiles  decline, 
And   bring  a  pleafant   Night. 

H   Y   M   N       CCIX. 

New    Tear*  s  Day. 

1.  /^NCE   more    the    conftant    Sun,    revolving 
V^"  romid  his  Sphere,  [Year: 

His  fteady  Courfe   has  run,  and  brings  another 
He  rifes,  fets,  but  goes  not  back  ; 
Nor  ever  quits  his  deftm'd  Track. 

2.  Hence  let  believers  learn  to  keep  a  forward  Pace  ; 
Be  this  our  main  Concern,  to  finifhwell  our  Race. 
BackfLidings  fhun,  with  Patience  prefs 
Towards  the  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs.    . 

3.  What  now  fhall  be  our  Talk  I   or  rather  what 

our  Pray'r  ? 
What  good  Thing  fhall  we  aik,  to  profper   this 

New  Year  ? 
With  One  Accord  our  Hearts  we'll  lift  ; 
And  aik  our  LORD  fome  New  Year's  Gift. 

4.  No    trifling    Gift  or  fmall   fhould   Friends  of 

CHRIST    defire; 
Rich  LORD,    bellow  on  all  pure  Gold,  well 

try'd  by   Fire  ; 
Faith  that  ftands  faft  j    when   Devils   roar  ; 
And   Love  which  lafts  for  Evermore. 


O", 


H    Y  M   N      CCX. 

Before   Preaching* 

CE  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
Once  more  his  Bleiling  aik  ; 

Oh, 


C    190   ) 

Oh,  may  not  Duty  feem  a  Load  ! 
Nor  Worfhip   prove  a  Taik, 

2.  Father,  thy  quickening  Spirit  fend 
From  Heav'n,  in  Jefu's  Name, 

To  make  our   waiting  Minds  attend, 
And  put   our  Souls   in  Frame. 

3.  May  we   receive  the   Word   we   hear  j 

Each   in   an  honed   Heart  ; 
Hoard  up    the  precious  Treafure  there, 
And   never  with   it  part. 

4.  To  feek   Thee  all    our  Hearts  difpofe, 

To  each   thy   Blefling  fait. 
And  let  the  Seed  thy  Servant  fows 
Produce  a  copious  Fruit. 

5.  Bid  the  refreihing   North  Wind  wake ; 

Say  to  the  South  Wind,  blow  ;- 
Let    ev'ry  Plant  the  Pow'r  partake, 
And  all  the  Garden  grow. 

6.  Revive   the  parch'd  with   heav'nly  Show'rs, 

The  cold  with  Warmth  Divine  ; 
And   as  the    Benefit  if.  ours, 
Be    all  the   Glory    thine. 

H    Y    M    N      CCXI. 

1 .  f\  N  Thee,  O  God  of  Purity, 
v^/  I    wait   for  hallowing  Grace  ; 

None  without   Holinefs  mull  fee 

The  Glories  of  thy  Face  : 
In   Souls  Unholy,  pnd  Unclean, 

Thou  never  canft  Delight  ; 
Nor  mail  they,  while   unfav'd  from  Sin, 

Appear  before  thy  Sight. 

2.  But  as  for  me,  with   humble    Fear, 


C    W    ) 

I  will  approach  thy  Gate  5 
Though  molt  Unworthy  to  draw  near,. 

Or    in   thy  Courts   to  wait  : 
I   trufl   in  thine  unbounded  Grace, 

To   all    lo  freely  giv'n  ; 
And  worfhip   t'ward   thy  Holy  Place, 

And   lift  my   Soul   to  Heav'n. 

3.  Lead   me   in  all   thy  righteous   Ways, 
Nor  fuffer    me  to   Aide  ; 
Point  out  the  Path  before  my  Face, 
My  God   be   thou  my  Guide  ! 

0  may   I  ne'er  to    Evil  yield, 
Defended  from  above, 

And  kept,  and   cover 'd  with  the  Shield 
Of  thine  Almighty    Love. 

HYMN        CCXII. 

Par  do /ling  Grace, 

1 .  f~^  U  T  of  the   Depths   of  long  Diftrefs, 
v^/  The  Borders    of  Defpair, 

1  fent   my   Cries  to    feek  thy   Grace, 

My   Groans   to  move  thine  Ear 

2.  Great !  God  !  mould  thy  feverer  Eye, 

And  thine   impartial   Hand, 
Mark   and  revenge    Iniquity, 
No    mortal  Flefh   could  ftand. 

3.  But   there  are  Pardons  with  my  God 

For    Crimes   of  high    Degree  ; 
Thy  Son   hath  bought  them   with  his  Blood, 
To   draw   us   near  to   Thee. 

4.  [  I    wait  for  thy  Salvation  Lord, 

With   ftrong   Delires  I  wait  ; 
My  Soul,  invited  by  thy   Word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  Gate.] 

J.  [Jnft 


C    192   ) 

5.  [  Jutt  as  the  Guards  that  keep  the  Night 

Long  for  the  Morning  Skies, 
Watch   the  firft    Beams  of  breaking  Light, 
And   meet  them   with  their    Eyes  : 

6.  So   waits    my  Soul  to  fee  thy  Grace, 

And  more  intent  than   they, 
Meets  the  firft   Op'nings  of  thy  Face, 
And   finds  a    brighter  Day.] 

7.  [  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifra'l  truft, 

Let  Ifra'l  feek  his  Face  ; 
The  Lord    is  Good   as  well  as  Juft, 
And  plenteous  in    his  Grace. 

8.  There's  full  Redemption  at  his  Throne 

For    Sinners   long  enflav'd  ; 

The   great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 

And  Ifralfhall   be  fav'd.] 

H    Y    M    N        CCXIII. 

Adoring    Jesus. 
I.   /"\  Come  let  us  join, 


Together   combine ; 
To  praife  our  dear  Sav'our,  our  Matter  Divine. 

2.  Him   let  us  adore, 
Who  cover'd  with   Gore, 

Late  hanged  on  Calv'ry,  both  wounded  and  poor. 

3.  He   worthy  is  blefs'd, 
By    Spirits  at  Reft  j 

Who  once  in  this  Defert  his  Godhead  confels'd, 

4.  The   Heavenly  Spheres, 
Who   faw  him  in    Tears, 

Yea  ev'ry   ftrong     Angel,  his  Perfon  re?erei. 

$.  The   Prophets  who   told 

Hi* 


C    193   ) 

His      Sufferings    of  old, 
Sing  now  fweetThankigiving  on  Pfalt'ries  of  Gold, 

6.  The  Fatheis  to  whom 
He    ihevv'd  he  would  come, 

Now  in  his  Pavilion  take  up  their  long  Home. 

7.  The    Spirits    of  Men, 
Who   for   him  were  {lain, 

From  Abel  the  Righteous,  {hare  now  in  his  Reign, 

f;.  Th'    Apoftles  who  flood, 
Refitting  to  Blood, 
For  Jefus's  Gofpel,    rejoice    in  their   God. 

9.  The    ConfefTor's  too, 
Them  profbrating   low, 

Caft  down  their  bright  Mitres,  and  thankfully  bow. 

10.  Oh  Church    of  the    Lamb, 
Here  met  do  the   fame, 

\Vith  Saints,  and  with  Angels,  blefs  Jefus's  Name. 

1 1 .  My  Soul  bear  a   Part, 
For   ranfom'd    thou    art, 

By  Jefu's  Blood  fhedding,  his  Burial,  and  Smart. 

12.  To    him   that  was  flain, 
The    fcorn'd   Nazarene, 

Be   Glory,  and  Honour,  let   all  fay  Amen. 

H   Y   M   N      CCXIV. 

2.    /^\  Come,  thou   wounded  Lamb  of  God ; 
v^   Come,   wafli  us  in   thy  Cleanfmg  Blood  ! 
Give  us  to  know  thy  Love,  then  Pain 
Is    fweet,  and  Life  or  Death  is  Gain. 

2.  Take  our  poor  Hearts,  and  let  them  be 
For   ever  clos'd   to  all  but  Thee  ; 
Seal  thou   our  Breads,  and  let  ur,  wear 

That 


C    194   ) 

That  pledge  of  Love  for  ever  there. 

3.  How    can  it    be  thou  heav'nly   King, 

That  thou  fhould    Man  to  Glory  bring  ! 
Make   Slaves   the    Partners  of  thy   Throne, 
And  give  them  an  immortal    Crown  1 

4.  Ah,  Lord  !  enlarge   our  Scanty    Thought  ; 

To  know  the  Wonders   thou  haft   wrought  ; 
Unloofe    our   ftamm'ring  Tongues    to    tell 
Thy  Love    Immenfe,  unfearchable. 

5.  Firfl-born  of  many  Brethren,  thou, 

To    Thee  both  Earth  and  Heav'n  mint  bow  ; 
Help  us   to   Thee  our  all  to  give, 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine   may  we  live  I 

HYMN        CCXV. 

I.    /~\    For  an  Heart   to  Love  my  God  ! 
V^   An  Heart   from  Sin    fet   free  ; 
An    Heart   that  always  feels   the  Blood, 
So   freely   ihed  for  me  ! 

1.  An   Heart   refign'd,  fubmiflive,  meek, 
My  dear  Redeemer's  Throne  ; 
Where    only  C  brill  is  heard  to  fpeak, 
Where  Jems  reigns   alone. 

3.  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite    Heart, 

Believing,   true  and  clean  ; 
Which   neither    Life  nor   Death  can   part 
From  him  that    dwells    within. 

4.  An    Heart   in  ev'ry   Thought    renew'd, 

And  fiU'd  with    Love  Divine: 
Perfect   and  Plight,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  Copy,  Lord  !   of  thine. 

5.  Thy   tender  Heart  is  ftill  the  fame, 

And   melts   at  Human  Woe  ; 

Send 


C     19?     ) 

Send  down  thy  Grace,  O  blefled  Lamb  ! 
That  I  thy  Love   may  know. 

6.  Thy   holy  Nature  Lord  !  impart 
Come  quickly   from  above, 
Write    thy  new    Name   upon  my  Heart, 
Thy  new  belt  Name  of  Love. 

HYMN      CCXVL 

ViCtory    over  Death.  I  Cor.  xv.  55.  &c. 

1.  /^\    For  an  over-coming  Faith 
vJ'  To    chear  my  dying  Hours, 

To  Triumph   o'er    the   Monfter    Death, 
And    all  his    frightful  Pow'rs  ! 

2.  Joyful,  with   all  the  Strength  I   have. 

My  qinVring  Lips  mould   ling, 
Where  is  thy    boafted   VicVry  Grave  ? 
And  where  the  Monfter 's    Sting  ? 

5.  If  Sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure, 
Death    hath   no   Sting  befides  ; 
The   Law  gives   Sin   its  damning  Pow'r  ; 
But    Chrift,  my  Ranfom,    dy'd. 

4.    Now  to    the   God  of  Victory 
immortal   Thanks    be  paid, 
Who  makes  us   conqu'rors   while   we  die, 
Throu'h   Chrift   our  living    Head. 


& 


hymn    ccxvn. 

OFor    a  fweet  inspiring  Ray, 
To    animate   our  feeble  Strains, 
From  the  blight   Realms  of  Endlefs   Day, 
The   blifsful  Realms,  where  jefus  reigns  ! 

There    low  before   his    glorious  Throne, 
Adoring    Saints  and    Angels  fall 

N   2  And 


C    196   ) 

And  with  delightful  Worfhip  own 

His  Smile  their  Blifs,  their  Heav'n,  their  all. 

Immortal  Glories  crown  his  Head, 
While   tuneful  Hallelujahs    rife  : 
And    Love,  and  Joy,  and    Triumph    fpread 
Thro'    all  th'  AilemblieS    of  the  Skies. 

.  He    Smiles,  and  Seraphs  Tune  their  Songs, 
To    boundlefs  Rapture  while  they  Gaze  ± 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand   joyful  Tongues 
Refound  his  Everlafting  Praife. 

There  all  the  ranfom'd  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join   at   laft  the  Heav'nly  choir  ; 

O   may  the  Joy-infpiring  theme, 

Awake    our  Faith,  our  warm    Defire  ! 

,  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  Spirit  Seal 

Our  Int'reft  in  that  blifsful  Place. 

Till    Death  remove  this    Mortal  Veil. 

And  we  behold  thy  lovely  Face. 

H    Y    M     N        CCXVIII. 

Adoring  Chrifl. 

For  a  Thoufand  Tongues  to  fmg, 
My  Dear  Redeemer's  Praife  ' 
The  Glories  of  my    God    and    King, 
The   Triumphs  of  his  Grace. 

2.  Jefus,  the  Name  that  charms  our  Fcr, rs, 

That  bids  our  Sorrows  ceafe  ; 
'Tis    Muiic  in  the  Sinner's  Ears, 

'Tis    Life,  and    Health,  and  Peace. 

3.  He   breaks  the  Pow'r  of  cancel 'd    Sin, 

He    fets    the   Pris'ners  free  ; 
His    Blood   can   make  the  fouleil  clean, 
His    Blood  avail'd  for  me. 

4.  He 


C      '97     ) 

4.  He  fpeaks,  and  KnVning  to  hk  Voice, 
New  Life  the  Dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  Hearts  rejoice, 
The    humble    Poor  believe. 

5=  Hear  him,  ye  Deaf;  his   Praife,  ye  Dumb, 
Your  loofen'd  Tongues   employ  ; 
Ye   Blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And    leap,  ye   Lame,  for  Joy. 

H   Y    M    H        CCXIX. 

Man    frail,    and  God   Eternal. 

1.  f^\  U  R  God,  our  Help  in  Ages  pail, 
\_J  Our    Hope  for   Years    to  come, 

Our    Shelter  from  the    ftormy  Blaft, 
And    our    Eternal  Home. 

2.  Under  the  Shadow  of  thy   Throne 

Thy    Saints  have    dwelt  fecure  -3 
Sufficient  is   thine    Arm  alone, 
And  our  Defence  is   fure. 

3.  Before  the  Hills    in  Order  ftood, 

Or    Earth  receiv'd   her  Frame, 
From   Everlafting   thou  art  God, 
To  Endlefs   Years  the  fame. 

4.  Thy  Word  commands   our  Flefh  to  Duft 
•  "  Return,  ye  Sons  of  Men," 

All   Nations  rofe  from  Earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  Earth  again. 

5.  A  thoufand  Ages  in  thy  Sight 

Are  like  an  Ev'ning    gone  ; 
Short  as  the  Watch  that  ends  the  Night, 
Before   the  rifing  Sun. 

6.  [  The   bufy  Tribes  of  Flefh  and  Blood, 

With   all  their  Lives   and  Cares, 
Are   curry' d  downwards   by  the  Flood, 

N  5  And 


C     198    ) 

And  loft  in   following   Years. 

7.  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  Stream, 

Bears   all   its  Sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  Dream 
Dies  at   the  op'ning    Day. 

8.  Like  flow'ry   Fields  the  Nations  Hand, 

Pleas'd  with    the    Morning  Light ; 
The   Flow'rs  beneath  the  Mower's    Hand 
Lie  with 'ring  ere  'tis  Night.] 

0.  Our  God,  our  Help  in  Ages  paft, 
Our   Hope  for  Years    to  come, 
Be  thou  our  Guard  while  Troubles  laft, 
And   our    Eternal   Home. 

11  y  m  n     cexx. 

1 .  /~\  H    Jefu,    our    Lord, 
\^J   Thy    Name  be  ador'd, 

For    all  the  rich  Bleffings  convey'd  by  thy  Word. 

2.  In  Spirit  we    trace 
Thy  Wonders  of  Grace, 

And  chearfully  join    in  a  Concert  of  Praife. 

3.  The  Ancient    of  Days 
His  Glory  difplays, 

And   mines  on  his  Chofen   with  cherifhing  Rays. 

4.  The    Trumpet  of  God 
Is  founding  abroad, 

The  Language  of  Mercy,  Salvation  through  Blood. 

5.  Thrice  happy  are  they 
Who   hear   and  obey, 

And  fliare   in  the  Bleflings    of  this  Gofpel  Day . 

6.  The  People  who   know 
Their    Sav'our    below, 

With  burning  Affection  to  .worfhip  him  glow. 

7.   Their 


C    199    ) 

7.  Their  Anguifh  and   Smart, 
And   Sorrow    depart, 

Who   find  his  Salvation  infcrib'd  on   their  Heart. 

8.  This    Bleffirig  be  mine, 
Through    Favour   Divine  ; 

But  oh,  my  Redeemer,  the  Glory  be    thine. 

9.  The  Work  is  of  Grace, 
Thine,  thine  be   the  Praife  ; 

And  mine  to  adore  Thee,   and  tell  of  thy  Ways. 

HYMN      CCXXI. 

Agnus  Dei, 

Lamb  of  God  our  Saviour  ! 
Kill'd  on  the   Tree  of  Sorrow! 
Thy   fufPring  meek    Behaviour 

Paid  what  thou    didft   not  borrow. 
Thy   Bearing   our   Tranfgreffion 

Secur'd  us   from   Damnation. 
Have    Mercy   upon   us,    O   Jefu  !    O  Jefu ! 

2.  O    Lamb  of  God,    our  Saviour,    &c. 

Acknowledge  thou  us,   O  Jefu  !   O  Jefu  ! 

3.  O  Lamb    of  God,    our  Saviour,  &c. 

O   grant  us   thy  Peace,  O  Jefu  !    O  Jefu! 

H    Y    M    N       CCXXII, 

1.  (^\    Lord,   thou  know'ft   my  Soul's   Defires, 
\J    And  thou  canft  give  me   perfect    Eafe  5 

Thou   art  the  Good  my    Heart    admires, 
There's  nothing  but  thy    Love  can  pleafe. 

2.  Give   me,    O  Lord,    the    Happinefs 

To   lit  and  hear  thy  gracious  Voice  ; 
Come,    Saviour,    come,   my    Soul   ponefs, 
And  make   my  mourning  Heart  rejoice. 

N  4  3.  Lord 


(      200      ) 

3.  Lord,    I  would  praife  thy  holy  Name, 

Thou  art  my  everlafting  Friend  ; 
Thou  haft   not   put  my  Soul    to  fhame ; 
Preferve  me  fare  unto  the  End. 

4.  Thou  art   my  Strength,  and    my  Support, 

My  Hope,    my  everlafting    Aid : 
To   Thee  I  always  would  reiort, 

And  trull  in    Thee  when  I'm   afraid. 

5.  Thy  Name  affords  my  Soul  relief, 

When   I  with  Sorrows  am  oppreft  ; 
When   I  am  full  of  Woe   and   Grief, 
Thy  Word  doth  give  my  Spirit  reft. 

6.  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  Will, 

Unite  my  Heart   to  fear  thy   Name  ; 
O   lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  Hill, 
Where  ftands  the  new  Jerufalem. 

7.  Were  not  the  Lord  of  Hofts  my  Strength 

I   fhould  have  funk  in  deep  Defpair  ; 
But  now  I  truft  I    mall  at    length 
Arrive   at  Canaan's  Harbour  fair  : 

8.  There  fhall  I  reft  for  Evermore, 

Fearlefs  of  Storms,    and  raging  Seas, 
And  fit  upon  the   heav'nly  Shore, 
And    dwell  at  everlafting  Eafe. 

HYMN       CCXXIII. 

1.  f~\  Lord  !   to  whom  for  Help   I  call, 
\^Jf  Thy  Miracles  repeat  ; 

With  pitying  Eye  behold  me  fall 
A  Leper  at   thy   Feet. 

2,  Loathfome,    and  foul,   and  felf  abhorr'd, 

I  fink  beneath    my  Sin  ; 
But,    if  thou   wilt,  a    gracious    Word 
Of  thine,   can  mike   me  clean. 

3.    Tho* 


C     201      ) 

3.  Thou  feeft   itie   Deaf  to  thy   Commands, 

Open    O  Lord!   mine  Ear  ; 
Bid    me  ftretch  out  my  wither'd  Hands, 
And  lift  them  up  in  Pray'r. 

4.  Silent  (  alas  !  thou   know 'ft  how  long  !  ) 

My  Voice   I  cannot  raife  ; 
But,   O  !  when  thou  malt  loofe  my   Tongue, 
The   Dumb  fhall  ling  thy  Praife. 

5.  Lame  at  the   Pool  I   ftill    am  found, 

Give,    and  my  Strength   employ  ; 
Light  as  an  Hart  I    then  mall  bound, 
The   Lame  mall  leap  for  Joy. 

(y.  Blind  from  my   Birth  to  guilt  and   Thee, 
And  dark  I  am  within  ; 
The  Love  of  God  I  cannot  fee, 
Nor  Smfulnefs   of  Sin. 

7*  But  thou,  they  fay,  art  palling  by, 

0  let   me  find  Thee  near  ! 
Jelus,  in  Mercy   hear   my  Cry, 

Thou  Son  of  David,    hear  ! 

0.  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  Way, 

For   Thee,  the    heav'nly    Light  ; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  fay, 
*(  Sinner,  receive  thy  Sight." 

H    Y  M    N      CCXXIV. 

A  Sinner's     Prayer. 

1,  y^v  My  Lord,  what  muft  I    do  ? 
U  Only  thou  the  Way  canft  fhew  ; 

Thou  canft  fave  me  in  this   Hour, 

1  have  neither   Will  nor  Fow'r  : 
God  if  over   all  thou  art, 
Greater  than  the  fmful  Heart  ; 

N  5  Let 


(      202      ) 

Let  it   now  on  me  be    mown, 
Take  away   the  Heart  of  Stone. 

2.  Take   away   my  darling    Sin, 

Make   me   willing  to  be  clean  ; 
Make  me  willing  to  receive 
What   thy   Goodnefs    waits  to  give 
Force  me,  Lord,  with  all  to   part, 
Tear  all   Idols   from  my  Heart  ; 
Let  thy   Pow'r  on  me  be  fhown, 
Take  away  the  Heart  of  Stone. 

3.  Jefu,  mighty  to  renew, 

Work  in  me,  to  will  and  do  ; 
Turn  my   Nature's   rapid  Tide, 
Stem  the   Torrent  of  my   Pride, 
Stop  the  Whirlwind   of  my  will, 
Bid  Corruptions,  Lord,  be  Hill  ; 
Now  thy  Love  Almighty  mew, 
Make  e'en  me  a  Creature   new. 

4.  Arm   of  God,  thy   Strength  put  on, 

Bow  the    Heavens,  and"  come  down 
All  mine  Unbelief  o'er  throw, 
Lay   th'  afpiring    Mountain  low; 
Conquer  thy   worft  Foe   in  me. 
Get    thyfelfthe    Victory, 
Save    the   vileft   of  the   Race, 
Force  me  to  be  fav'd  by  Grace. 

HYMN         CCXXV. 

For  the  lafl  Day  of  the   Year. 

1 .  ^"V  praife  the  Lord  of  Heav'n, 
V^/     Whofe  mercy  never  fails  ; 

Six  Troubles  come,  and  alfo  Sev'n, 
But  ftill  his  Grace  prevails. 

2.  The  Year  that's  almoft  pall 


Hi* 


C    203    ) 

His  Goodnefs  did  proclaim  ; 
His  Love  doth  now  and  always  laffc, 
Give  glory  to  his  Name. 

3.  How  Wond'rous  are  his  Ways 

Which  he  to  us  makes  known  ! 
We  join  to  fmg  our  Makers  Praife  j 
And  worfhip  him  alone. 

4.  When  we  the  Year  begun 

We  rais'd  our  chearful  Songs  ; 
And  furely  when  its  Courfe  is  run 
To  God  our  Praife  belongs. 

5.  His  Mercies  ftill  are  new, 

Let  us  extol  his  Love 
May  we  this  Bleued  Theme  purfue 
Till  we  mall  meet   above. 

HYMN      CCXXVI. 

Breathing  after  Holinefs, 

1.  ^v  that   the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways 
\J  To  keep  his  Statutes  ftill  ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me   Grace 
To  know  and  do  his   Will  1 

2.  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  Law  upon    my  Heart  ! 
Nor  let  my  Tongue  indulge   Deceit, 
Nor  acft  the  Liar's  Part. 

3.  From  Vanity  turn  off  my  Eyes  ; 

Let  ho  corrupt   Defign, 
Nor  Covetous  Defires  arife 
Within  this   Soul  of  mine. 

4.  Order  my  Jootfteps  by  thy  Word, 

And  make  my  Heart  fmcere  ;  . 
Let  Sin  have  no  Dominion,  Lord, 

But 


C   204   ) 

But  keep  my  Confcience  clear. 

5.  My  Soul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray^ 

My  Feet  too  often  flip  : 
Yet  lince  I've  not  forgot  thy  Way, 
R.eli:ore  thy  wand'ring  Sheep. 

6,  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  Commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  Road; 
Nor  let  my  Head,  or  Heart,  or  Hands, 
Offend  againffc   my  God. 

HYMN      CCXXVII. 

Sins  and  Sorrows  laid  before  Cod 

1.  |^V  that  I  knew  the  fecret  Place 
\J   Where  I   might  find  my  God  ! 

I'd  fpread  my  Wants  before  his  Face, 
And  pour  my  Woes   abroad. 

2.  I'd  tell  him  how  my  Sins  arife, 
What  Sorrows  I  luftam, 

How  Grace  decays,  and  Comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  Heart  in  Pain  : 

3.  I'd  fay  how  Flefli  and  Senfe  rebel, 
What  inward  Foes  combine, 

With  this  vain  World  and  Pow'rs  of  Hell, 
To  vex  this  Heart  of  mine. 

4.  He  knows  what  Arguments  I'd  take 
To  wreftle  with  my  God  ; 

I'd  plead  for  his  own  Mercy's  fake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's   Blood. 

5.  My  God  will  pity  my  Complaints, 
And  heal  my  broken  Bones  ; 

He  takes  the  Meaning  of  his  Saints, 
The  Language  of  their  Groans. 

6.  Arife 


C     20T     ) 

6.  Arife  my  Soul  from  deep  Diftreft, 
And  banifh  ev'ry  Fear; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  Throne  of  Grace, 
To  fpread  thy  Sorrows  there. 

HYMN     CCXXVni. 

T.      /^\  TELL   me   no   more 

K^J  Of  this  World's  vain  Store  j 
IThe  Time  for  fuch  Trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er. 

2.  A  Country  I've  found 

Where  true  Joys  abound  ; 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on   that  happy  Ground. 

3.  The  Souls  that  believe, 

In  Paradife  live  ; 
And  me  in  that  Number  will  Jefus  receive. 

4.  My  Soul  don't  Delay, 
He  calls  the  away  ; 

Rife,   follow  thy  Sav'our,  and  blefs  the  glad  Day. 

5.  No   Mortal   doth  know 

What  he  can  beftow  ;  (go. 

What  Light,  Strength,  and  Comfort,  go  after  him 

().     Lo,  onward  I  move, 
And  but  Chrift  above, 
None  guefles  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will  prove. 

7.  Great  Spoils  I  {hall  win, 
From  Death,  Hell,  and  Sin  ; 

'Midlt  outward  Afiikftions,  fhall  feel  Chrift  within, 

8.  Perhaps  for  his  Name, 

(Poor  Dull  as  I  am) 
Some  Works  I  fhall  finifli  with  glad  loving  Aim. 

9.  I  ftill  (which  is  beft) 

Shall  in  his  dear  Bread 

(  As 


C    »->6     ) 

(As  at  the  Beginning)  find  Pardon  and  Reft. 

10.  And  when  I'm   to  die, 
Receive  me,  I'll    cry, 

For  Jefus  has  lov'd  me,  1  cannot  fay  why. 

1 1 .  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  Glory,  and  leave  me  behind. 

12.  Lo  this  is  the  Race 

I'm  running  through  Grace, 
Henceforth  till   admitted  to  iee  my  Lord's   Face. 

13.  And  now   I'm  in  Care, 

my   Neighbours  may  {hare  ; 
Thefe  Bleffings  to  feekthem  will  none  of  you  dare  ! 

14.  In  Eondage,  oh  why, 
And  Death  will  you  lie, 

When  One  here  allures  you  Free  Grace  is  fo  nigh  ? 

H   Y   M   K      CCXXIX. 

Lamenting  the  Lofs  of  Firfl  hove. 

1.  f^\  that  my  Soul  were  now  as  fair 
V^r    As  it  hath    fometimes  been  ! 

Devoid  of  that  distracting  Care 
Without,  and  Fear  within  ! 

2.  There  was  a  Time  when  I  could  tread 

No  Ciicle   but  of  Love  : 
That  joyous  Morning  now  is  fled, 
How  heavily  1  move  ! 

3.  Unhappy  Soul,  that  thou  mould 'ft   force, 

Thy  Saviour  to  depart, 
When  he  was  pleafed  with  fo  coarfe 
A  Lodging  in   thy   Heart! 

4.  How  fleetly  I  enjoy 'd  mv  God  ! 

With 


C   207   ) 

With  how  divine  a  Frame  ! 

I  thought,  on  ev'ry  Plant  I  trod, 

I  read  my  Saviour's  Name  ; 

5.  I  liv'd,  I  lov'd,  I  talk'd  with  thee, 

So  fweetly  we  agreed, 
And  thou  no  Stranger  waft  to  me 
Till  I  became  a  Weed. 

6.  The  Tempter  robb'd  me,    and  I  mult 

I  fear  be  ever     Poor  ; 
M ay  this  fuffice,  to  roll  in  Dull 
Before  thy  Temple  Door  ! 

7.  My  deareft  Lord,  my  Heart  flames  not 

With  Love  that  facred  Fire  ; 
But  fince  my  Love  has  wore  that   Blot 
Repentance  runs  the  High'r. 

8.  O  might  thofe  Days  return  again, 

How  welcome  they  mould  be  ! 
Shall  my  Petition  be  in  vain, 
Since  Grace  is   ever  free  ? 

0.  Lord  of  my  Soul,  return,  return, 

To  chafe  away  this  Night ; 

Let  not  thine  Anger  ever  burn  ; 

God  once  v/as  my  Delight. 

HYMN       CCXXX. 

1 .  f~\  Thou,  whofe  tender  Mercy  hears 
V-/  Contrition's  humble  Sigh  ; 

Whofe  Hand  Indulgent,  wipes  the  Tears 
From  Sorrow's   weeping  Eye. 

2.  See  !  low   before  the   Throne  of  Grace 

A  wretched  Wand'rer  mourn  ; 
Haft    thou  not  bid  me  feek  thy  Face  ? 
Haft  thou  not    faid,  Return  ? 

5.  And 


c  208  ; 

g.  And   fhall  my  guilty  Fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy    Feet  I 
O  let  not  this  dear  Refuge  fail, 
This    only   fafe    Retreat. 

4.  Abfent  from  Thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 

Without   one    cheering  Ray, 
Thro'    Dangers,  Fears,  and  gloomy  Night, 
How  defolate  my  Way  ! 

5.  O   mine   on  this   benighted   Heart, 

With  Beams   of   Mercy  iliine  ; 
And   let  thy  healing   Voice  impart 
A   tafte   of  Joys  Divine. 

6.  Thy   Prefence  only  can  beftow 

Delights   which  never   cloy  ; 
Be  this    my    Solace,  here  below, 
And  my   eternal   Joy. 

H    Y   M   N       CCXXXI. 

A  lovely  Carriage 

1.  f~\   'Tis  a  lovely   Thing  to  fee 
KJ  A    Man   of  prudent  Heart  ; 

Whofe   Thoughts,  and  Lips,    and  Life  agree 
To  atf:  a  ufeful   Part. 

2.  When   Envy,   Strife,  and  Wars  begin 

In  little    angry  Souls, 
Mark   how   the    Sons  of  Peace    come  in, 
And  quench  the  kindling  Coals. 

3.  Their  Minds  are    humble,  mild  and  meek, 

Nor  let    their  Fury    rife  ; 
Nor   Palfion  moves  their  Lips  to  fpeak, 
Nor    Pride  exalts  their  Eyes. 

4.  Their  Frame    is    Prudence  mixt  with  Love  ; 

Good  Works    fulfil   their  Day  ; 

They 


C     209     ) 

They  join   the    Serpent  with  the  Dove, 
But   can:   the   Sting   away. 

5.  Such  was  the  Saviour   of    Mankind, 

Such  Plcafures   he   purfu'd  ; 
His   Flefh   and    Blood    were  all  refurd, 
His  Soul    divinely   good. 

6.  Lord  can  thefe   Plants    of  Virtue  grow 

In  fuch   a  Soul    as    mine  ? 
Thy    Grace   can  form   my    Nature  fo, 
And  make  my   Heart   like  thine. 

H    Y   M   N      CCXXXII. 

The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints,  Or,  Earth  and  Heaven. 

1.  /^VH  !  what  a  wretched  Land  is  this, 
\J  That  yields  us  no  Supply, 

No   cheating  Fruits,  no  wholefome  Trees, 
Nor  Streams  of  living  Joy  I 

2.  But  pricking  Thorns  rhro'  all  the  Ground, 

And  Mortal  Poifons  grow, 
And  all  the  Rivers  that  are  found 
With  dang'rous  Waters  flow. 

3.  Yet  the  dear  Path  to    thine  Abode 

Lies  thro'  this  horrid  Land; 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  that  heav'nly  Road, 
And  run  at  thy  Command. 

[4.  Our  Souls  fhall  tread  the  Defart  thro' 
With  undiverted  Feet ; 
And  Faith  and  flaming  Zeal  fubdue 
The  Terrors  that  we  meet.] 

£5.  A  Thoufand   Savage  Beafts  of  Prey 
Around  the  Foreft  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  Way, 
And  guides  the  Strangers  Home.] 

O  [6,  Long 


C     2IO     ) 

[6.  Long  Nights  and  Darkncfs  dwells  below, 
With  fcarce  a  twinkling  Ray  ; 
But  the  bright  World  to  which  we  go 
Is  Everlafting  Day.] 

[7.  By  glimm'ring  Hopes,  and  gloomy  Fears, 
We  trace  the  facred  Road, 
Thro,  dismal  Deeps  and  dang'rous  Snares, 
We  make  our  Way  to  God.] 

8 .  Our  Journey  is  a  thorny  Maze, 
But  we  march  Upwards  ftill  , 
Forget  thefe  Troubles  of  the  Ways, 
And  reach  at  Sion's  Hill. 

[9.  See  the  kind  Angels  at  the  Gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jelus  the  Fore  Runner  waits, 
To  welcome  Trav'lers  Home  !] 

10.  There  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  Mount, 
Our  Weary  Souls  fhall  fit, 
And  with  tranfporting  Joys  recount 
The  Labours  of  our  Feet  : 

[11.   No  vain  Difcourfe  fhall  fill  our  Tongue, 
Nor  Trifles  vex  our  Ear. 
Infinite  Grace  fhall  be  our  Song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear.] 

12.  Eternal  Glory  to  the  King 

That  brought   us  fafely  through  ; 
Our  Tongue  mall  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  Endlefs  Praife  renew. 

HYMN       CCXXXIII. 

Chr'tfl  Withdraw)!, 

What  mall  I    do  to  retrieve 
The   Love  for  a  Seafon  beflow'd  : 

'Tis 


o 


C   211    3 

'Tis  better  to  die  than   to  live 
Exil'd  from  the  Prefence  of  God  i 

With    Sorrow  diflracfted  and   Doubt, 
With  palpable   Horror   oppreft, 

The    City  1  wander   about, 

And  leek  my   Repofe  in   his  Breaft* 

2.  Ye   Watchmen  of  Ifrael,  declare 

If  ye  my  beloved  have   feen, 
And  point  to  that  heav'nly    fair, 

Surpafling   the  Children  of  Men  : 
My   Lover  and   Lord  from    above, 

Who    only  can  quiet  my  Pain, 
Whom  only  I  languilh  to  love, 

O  where   mall  I    find  him  again  ? 

3.  The    Joy  and  Defire  of  mine  Eyes, 

The  End    of  my  Sorrow    and   Woe  ; 
My  Hope,  and  my  Heav'nly  Prize, 

My  Height  of  Ambition  below  : 
Once  more  if  he   mew  me  his   Face, 

He  never    again  ft)  all   depart, 
Detain'd   in   my  clofcft  Embrace, 

Conceal'd  in   the  Depth  of  my    Heart. 
4 

H    Y    M    N     CCXXXIV. 

Wtbtmffion  under  bereaving  Provide 7/tv/,Pfalm  xlvi.io. 

j.   T)EACE,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Hand 
if  That  Haft's  our  Joys  in  Death  ; 
Changes  the  Vifage  once  fo  dear, 
And  gathers  back  the  Breath 

a.  'Tis  he,  the  Potentate  fuprenie 
Of  all  the  Worlds  above, 

O   2  Whofe 


C     212     ) 

Whofe  {ready  Counfels  wifely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  Purpofe  move. 

5.  'Tis  he,  whofe  Juftice  might  demand 
Our  Souls  a  Sacrifice  ; 
Yet  fcatters  with  unwearied  Hand, 
A  thoufand  rich  Supplies. 

4.  Our  Covenant  God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord  ; 
Whofe  Grace  can  heal  the  burlting  Heart 
With  one  reviving  Word. 

5.  Fair  Garlands  of  immortal  Biifs 

He  weaves  for  every  Brow, 
And  fhall  rebellions  Paflions  rife, 
When  he  corrects  us  now  ; 

6.  Silent  we  own   Jehovah's   Name, 

We  kifs  the  fcourging  Hand  ; 
And  yield  our  Comforts  and  our  Life 
To  thy   Supreme  Command. 

HYMN      CCXXXV. 

Praife   to  the  Redeemer. 

1 .  pLUNG'Dina  Gulf  of  dark   Defpair, 
Jl      We  wretched  Sinners  lay, 

Whithout  one  cheering  Beam  of  Hope, 
Or  Spark  of  glimm'ring    Day. 

2.  With   pitying  Eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  Grief; 
He  faw,  and  (  O   amazing  Love  ! ) 
He  ran  to  our  Relief. 

3.  Down  from  the   mining  Seats  above, 

With  Joyful  Halle  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the   Grave  in  mortal  r'lcfli, 

And  dwelt  anion  £  the  Dead.  4.  Oh! 


o 


C   213   ) 

/..    Oh  !  for  this  Love,  let  Rocks   and  Kill* 
Their  lading  Silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  Tongues 
The  Saviours  Praifes  fpeak. 

5.  Angels  aflift  our  mighty  Joys, 

Strike   all  your  Harps  of  Gold  ; 
Is  ut  when  you  raife  your  higheft  Notes, 
Kis  Love  can  ne'er  be   told. 

H   Y  M    N     CCXXXVI.     £P"- 

1.  T)OOR  Efau  repented  too  late, 

JL      That  once   he  his  Birth-Right  defpis'd  ; 
And  fold,  for    a  Morfel  of  Meat, 

What  co aid  not   too  highly    be    priz'd  : 
How  great  was  his  Angiiifh  when  told 

The   Bleflmg  he  fought   to  obtain, 
Was  gone  with  the   Birth-Right  he  fold. 

And  none  could  recall  it  again  ! 

2.  He  ftands  as    a  Warning  to  all, 

Wherever    the  Gofpel  mall    come  ; 
O   haften  and  yield  to  the  Call, 

While  yet   for   Repentance    there's  Room  ! 
Your  Seafon  will    quickly   be  pan:, 

Then  hear,  and  obey  it  to-day  ; 
Leil  when  you  feek  Mercy  at   laft, 

The  Saviour  mould  frown  you   away. 

3.  What  is   it  the    World   can  propofe  .? 

A  Morfel  of  Meat  at  the    belt  ! 
For   ibis    are  you   willing    to  lofe 

A    fhare  in    the  Joys  of  the  Bleft  ? 
Its   Pleafures    will   fpeedily  end. 

Its   Favour    and   praife   are  but  Breath  : 
And    what   can  its  Profits    befriend 

Your  Soul   in   the  Moment  of  Death  ? 


4.  If  Jefas   for  thefe   you   defpife; 
O   3 


And 


C    214     ) 

And  Sin  to  the  Saviour   prefer, 
In   vain  your  Entreaties   and  Cries, 

When  fummon'd  to   ftand  at  his  Bar  : 
How  will  you  his   Prefence  abide  ? 

What   Anguifh   will   Torture  your  Heart  ? 
The   Saints    all  enthron'd  by  his  Side, 

And  you   be  compcll'd  to  depart  ! 

5.  Too  often,  Dear  Saviour,  have  I 

Preferred  fome  Poor  Trifle  to  Thee  ; 
How  is  it   thou  dolt  not   deny 

The  Bleffing  and  Birth-Right  to  me  ? 
No  better  than  Efau    I  am, 

Tho'  Pardon  and  Heaven  be  mine  ; 
To  me  belongs  nothing   but    Shame, 

The  Praife   and    the  Glory  be  thine. 

H   Y   M   N      CCXXXVII. 

God  ft/ming  into  the  Heart,  2  Cor   iv.  6. 

1.  ])RAISE  to  the  Lord  of  boundlefs  Might, 
X     With   uncreated  Glories  bright ! 

His  Prefence  gilds  the  Worlds   above  ; 
The  unchanging  Source  of  Light  and  Love, 

2.  Our  riling  Earth   his   Eye  beheld, 

When  hi  fubftantial   Darknefs  veil'd  ; 
The  fhaplefs    Chaos,  Nature's ;    Womb, 
Lay  buried  in  the  horrid  Gloom. 

3.  "  Let  there  be  Light,"  Jehovah  faid 

And  Light   o'er  all  its  Face  was  fpread  ; 
Nature    array 'd   in  Charms  unknown, 
Gay  with  its  New-born  Luftre  {hone- 

/t.  He   fees    the  Mind,  when  loft  it  lies 
In  Shades    of  Ignorance  and  Vice; 
And   Darts  from  Heaven  a  vivid  Ray, 
And   changes    Midnight  into   Day. 

5.    Shine,  mighty  God,  with  Vigor  mine 

On 


C     2K     ) 

On  this  benighted  Heart  of  mine  ; 
And   let  thy   Glories    Stand  reveal' d, 
As  in  the  Saviour's   Face   beheld. 

6.  My   Soul,  reviv'd  by  Heav'n-born  Day, 
Thy  radiant   Image  mall   difplay, 
While  all  my  Faculties   unite 
To  praife  the  L  o  rp,  who  gives  me  Light. 

H   Y   M  N     CCXXXVIII. 

Pray  without   ceafi?ig.   i  Thef.  v.  17. 

1 ,  TJ  R  A  Y  'R  was  appointed  to  convey 
A     The  Bleilings  God  defigns  to  give, 

Long  as  they  live  mould  Chriftians  pray  ; 
For   only   while   they  pray  they  live. 

2.  The   Chriflian's   Heart  his  Pray'r    indites  ; 

He   fpeaks  as  prompted  from  within, 
The  Spirit  his    Petition  writes  ; 

And  Chrift  receives,  and  gives  it  in. 

~.  And  wilt  thou  in  dead  Silence  lie, 

When  Chrift  ftands  waiting  for  thy  Pray'r  ? 
My  Soul    thou  haft  a  Friend  on  High  ; 
Arile   and  try  thy    Int'reft  there. 

4.  If  Pains   afflict,  or  Wrongs   opprefs  ; 

If  Cares   diftracft,  or  Fears  difmay  ; 
If  Guilt   deject,  if  Sin  diftrefs  ; 
The  Remedy's  before  Thee,  pray. 

5.  'Tis  pray'r  Supports  the  Soul  that's  weak  ; 

Tho'  Thought  be  broken,  Language  lame, 
Pray  ;  if  thou  can'ft,  or  can'ft  not,  fpeak  ; 
But  pray  with  Faith  in  Jefu's  Name. 

().  Depend  on  him  ;  thou  can'ft  not    fail, 

Make  all  thy  Wants  and  Wifhes  known  ; 
Fear   not  ;  his  Merits  muft  prevail  ; 
Aik  what   thou  wilt,  it  ihall  be    done, 

O  4  HYMN 


HYMN      CCXXXIX- 

1.  nRECIOUS  Bible,  what  a  Treafure 
Jl     Does  the  Word   of  God  afford  ? 

All  I   Want  for  Life  and  Pleafiire, 
Food  or  Med'cine,  Shield  or  Sword ; 
Let  the  World  account   nie  Poor, 
Having  this,   I   want  no  more. 

2.  Food  to  which  the  World  a  Stranger, 

Here,  my    hungry  Soul  enjoys  ; 
Of   Excefs,  there  is  no  Danger, 
Tho'  it  fills   it  never  Cloys. 
On  a  dying  Chrift  I    feed, 
Here  is   Meat  and   drink  indeed. 

3.  When  my  Faith  is   faint  and  fickly, 

Or   when  fatan  Wounds  my  Mind; 
Cordials  to  revive  me    quickly, 
Healing  Med'cines  here  I   find  : 

To  the   Promifes  I   flee, 

Each  affords  a  Remedy. 

4.  In  the  Hour  of  dark  Temptation, 

Satan   cannot  make  me  yield  ; 
For  the  Word  of  Confolation, 

Is    to  me  a  mighty  Shield. 

While   the'  Scripture  Truths   endure, 
From   his   Pow'r  I  am  Secure, 

H    Y.     M    N       CCXL. 

Gravity    and  Decency. 

I.   "REDEEMED  ones  the  Heirs  of  God, 
XV  So   dearly   bought  with  Jesu's  Blood  ! 
Are    they  not  born  to    heavenly  joys, 
And  mail    they  ltoop  to  earthly  Toys  ? 

2.  Can 


C   217   ) 

2.  Can  Laughter   feed  th'    immortal  Mind  ? 

Were    Spirits   of   celeftial   Kind 

Made  for  a  Jell,  for  Sport  and  Play, 

To   wear   out  Time,  and  wafte  the  Day  ? 

3.  Doth  vain   Difcourle,  or  empty  Mirth, 

Well   fuit   the    Honours  of  their  Birth  ? 

Shall   they  he  fond  of  gay  Attire, 

Which  Children  love,  and  Fools  admire  ? 

4.  What   if  we  wear  the  richeft  Veft, 

Peacocks    and  Flies  are  better   dreft  , 
This  Flefh,  with  all  its    gaudy  Forms, 
Muft  drop   to  Dull,  and  feed  the  Worms. 

5.  Lord,  raife  our  Hearts  and  Paffions  higher ; 

Touch  our  vain  Souls   with  f acred  Fire  ; 
Then,  with   a  Heaven-directed  Eye 
We'll  pals   thefe    glittering  Trifles  by. 

6.  We'll   look  on  all  the  Toys  below 

With  luch  Difdain   as  Angels  do  ; 
And   wait  the    Call  that  bids  us  rife 
To   Manlions   promis'd  hi  the  Sides. 

H    Y    M   TSt       CCXLI. 

Rejoice    evermore. 

1.  T>  E  J  O  I  C  E  evermore 
XV  With   Angels  above, 

In  Jefus's    Pow'r, 

In   Jefus's   Love  ; 
With  glad   Exaltation 

Your  Triumph    proclaim, 
Afcribing   Salvation 

To   God,  and   the    Lamb. 

2.  Thou,  Lord,  our   Relief 
In   Trouble  haft  been, 

Haft  fav'd    us  from  Grief, 
Haft  fav'd  us  from   Sin, 

O  s  The 


C    2X8    ) 

The   Pow'r   of  thy  Spirit 

Can  fet  our  Hearts  free  : 
And    we   fhall  inherit 

All   Fulnefs  in  thee. 

$.  All    Fulnefs  of  Peace, 

All    Fulnefs   of  Joy, 
And   Spiritual  Blifs 

That   never  can  Cloy, 
To   us  it   is  given 

In   Jefus   to  know, 
A  Kingdom  of  Heaven, 

A  Heaven  below. 

4.  No  longer   we  join 
Where    Sinners  invite, 

Nor  envy  the  Swine 
Their  Brutifli    Delight; 

Their  Joy   is  all  Sadnefs, 
Their  Mirth  is   all  vain, 

Their  Laughter  is  Madnefi, 
Their  Pleafure  is   Pain. 

5.  O   may  they   at  lall 

With  Sorrow   Return, 
The  Pleafure   to  tafle, 

For   which   thy  were   born ! 
Our   Jefus   receiving, 

Our   Happinefs    prove, 
The  Joy  of  believing, 

The   Heaven  of  Love. 

H    Y    M    N      CCXLII. 

1.   T>  E  J  O  I  C  E,  the  LORD  is  King, 
XV  Your  GOD   and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals  give   thanks    and  fmg, 

And  Triumph   Kvcrmore  : 
Lift   up   your    Hearts,  lift   up  your  Voice ; 
Rejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  Rejoice  ! 

3.JE 


C    219    ) 

2.  JESUS    the  SAVIOUR     reigns. 

The  G  O  D  of  Truth    and  Love  j 
When  he  had   purg'd  our  Stains, 

He   took  his  Seat  above  : 
Lift   up  your  Hearts,  lift   up  your  Voice  ; 

Rejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  Rejoice. 

3.  His  Kingdom  canuot  fail, 

He  Rules  o'er  Earth  and  Heav'n  ; 
The   Keys  of  Death  and    Hell 

Are  to  our  J  E  S  U  S    giv'n  : 
Lift  up  your  Hearts,  lift  up  your  Voice  ; 

Rejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  Rejoice. 

4.  He  fits  at  GOD's   right  Hand, 

Till   all   his  Foes    fubmit 
And    bow  to  his    Command/ 
And  fall   beneath  his    Feet  : 
Lift  up    your    Hearts,  lift  your  Voice  ; 
Rejoice  ;   again  I  fay,  Rejoice. 

5.  He  all  his  Foes    fhall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  Sins  deltroy  ; 
And  ev'ry   bcfom   fwell, 

With  pure  Seraphic  Joy: 
Lift  up  your    Hearts,  lift  up  your  Voice  : 

Rejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  Rejoice. 

6.  Rejoice  in   glorious  Hope, 

JESUS   the    Judge   fhall  come, 
And  take  his    Servants    up 

To    their   Eternal  Home  : 
We    foon   fhall  hear  th'    Arch- Angel's    Voice, 

The  Trump  of  GOD  fnall  found,  Rejoice. 

H   Y   M   N      CCXLIH. 

Spiritual  M:tided;:efs ;  or,  inward Retigidh , James  i.  29 

• 
1.   T>  E  L  I  G  I  O  N  is  the  chief  Concern 
AV  Of  Mortals  here  below  ; 

May 


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May  I  its  great  Importance  leam, 
Its  fovereign  Virtue  know. 

2.  More  needful  this,  than  glittering  Wealth, 

Or   Ought  the   World  bellows  ; 
Not  Reputation,  Food  or  Health, 
Can  give  us  fuch  Repofe. 

3.  Religion,  fliould   our  Thoughts  engage, 

Amidil  our  youthful   Bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us   for   declining  Age, 
And   for  the  awful   Tomb. 

/T.  O  may  my  Heart,  by    Grace  renew 'dj 
lie   my  Redeemer's    Throne  ; 
And   be  my   stubborn   Will   fubdii'd, 
His   Government    to   own. 

5.  Let  deep   Repentance,  Faith,  and  Love. 
Be  join'd  with    godly    Fear  ; 
And    all  my  Converfation  prove 
My  Heart  to   be  lincere. 

().  Preferve  me  from  the  Snares   of  Sin, 
Thro'    my  remaining  Days  ; 
And   in  me  let   each  Virtue  fliine 
To    my  Redeemer's  Praife. 

7.  Let  lively  Hope  my  Soul   infpire ; 
Let  warm  Affections  rife  -, 
And  may  I    wait,  with  ftrong  Defire, 
To    Mount   above  the   Skies. 

H   Y   M    N      CCXLIV. 

Mortality   end  Hopes. 

I.   T>  EMEMBER,   Lord,  our  mortal  State, 
JlV  How  frail  our  Life  !  how  fliort  the  Date  ! 
Were  is  the  Man  that   draws    his  Breath 
Safe  from  Difeafe,  fecure  from  Death  ? 

2.  Loxr> 


R 


C     221      ) 

Lord  while  we  fee  whole  Nations  die, 
Our  Flefh  and    Senfe  repine  and  cry; 
"  Muft  Death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
"  Or  haft  thou   made    Mankind  in  vain  ? 

"  Where  is  thy  Promife  to  the  Juft ; 
«  Are  not  thy  Servants  turn'd  to  Duft  I" 
But    Faith  forbids  thefe    mournfull  Sighs 
And  fees   the  fleeping  Duft  arife. 

That    glorious    Hour,  that  dreadful  Day, 
Wipes  the  Reproach  of  Saints  away, 
And  clears  the  Honours   of  thy  Word  : 
Awake,  our  Souls  !  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

HYMN      CCXLV. 

The    Co/pel. 

E  P  E  N  T,  ye  Sons    of  Men,  repent  ; 
Hear    the  good  Tidings  God  has  lent, 
Of  Sinners   fav'd,  and    Sins  forgiv'n, 
And  Beggars  raii'd  to  reign  in  Keav'n, 
Beggars,  Beggars,  Beggais,  Beggars,  Beggars, 
rais'd  to    reign  in  Hcav'n. 

2.  God  fent  his   Son  to  die    for    us, 

Die   to  redeem  us  from  the  Curfe, 
He  took  our  Weaknels  ;  bore  our  Lead; 
And  dearly  bought  us  with  his  Blood, 
Dearly,  dearly,  &rc. 

3.  In   Guilt's  dark  Dungeon  when  we  lay  ; 

Mercy  cry'd,   "  Spare  ;"  and  fuftice,  "Slay  [;" 
But  jefus  anfwer'd,   «  Set  them  free  ; 
**  And  pardon   them  ;   and  puniih  me." 
Pardon,  Pardon,  &c. 

4.  Salvation  is    of  God   alone  ; 

Life  Everlafting   in  his    Son  : 
And  he,  that  gave  his  Son  to  bleed, 
Will  freely  give  us    all   we  need. 

Freely  /freely,  &c.  5.  Believe 


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5,  Believe    the  G of pel,  and  rejoice, 

Sing   to   the  Lord   with  cheerful  Voice  ; 
His    Goodnefs    praife,  his   Wonders  tell, 
Who   ranfom'd  all  our  Souls  from  Hell. 
Ranfom'd,  ranfom'd,    &c. 


I. 


HYMN.     CCXLVI, 

T>  I  S  E,    my    Soul,  and  ftretch  thy  Wings, 
XX,  Thy  better   Portion  Trace  ; 
Rife  from   Tranfitory   Things, 

Tow'rds  Heav'n,  thy  native  Place. 
Sun,   and   Moon,  and   Stars  decay, 

Time  fhall  foon  this  Earth  remove  ;- 
Rife,  my  Soul,  and  hafte  away 
To  Seats   prepar'd  above. 

3.  Rivers   to   the  Ocean  rim, 

Nor  ftay    in  all  their  Courfe  ; 
Fire   afcending   feeks  the  Sun, 

Both  fpeed  them    to  their  Source  ; 
So   a  Soul  that's  born   of  GOD, 

Pants  to   view  his  glorious   Face  ; 
Upward  tends   to  his  Abode, 

To   reft  in  his  Embrace. 

3.  Fly  the  Riches,  fly  me  Cares  j 

While    I  that  Coaft  explore  ; 
Flattering  World,  with  all  thy  Snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  Home  ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  Night, 
WThen   the   laft   dear  Morn  is  come, 

They'll  rife    to  joyful  Light. 

4.  Ceafe,    ye  Pilgrims,    ceafe  to  mourn* 

Prefs    onward  to  the  Prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour   will  return, 
Triumphant  in  the  Skies  ; 

Yet 


I. 


C   223   ) 

Yet  a  Seafon,  and  you  know 

Happy  Entrance   will  be  giv'n> 
All  our  Sorrows  left  below, 

And  Earth  exchang'd  for  Heav'n. 

HYMN       CCXLVIL 

RISE,  Zion,    mine,  thy  Light  is  come, 
The  glorious    Day's  begun , 
Thefe  Beams   we  fee  fo  bright  that  be, 
Dart   from   the  glorious  Sun. 

2.  Of  Righteoufhefs,  that  riling  is  ; 

The   Day  doth  dawn  apace  ; 
The  Songs  of  Praife  we  hear  a  Days : 
Of  Chrilt  and  his   Free  Grace. 

3.  Are   Tokens  plain,  the  Lamb  once    flain 

Is  haft'ning  to  his   Throne  ; 
The    Bride  doth  fay,  come,  halte  away, 
My   dear  beloved    One. 

4.  The   Saints  rejoice,  the   Turtle's  Voice 

Is    heard  within  our  Land  : 
The   hundred  Forty  four  Thoufand 
Shall  foon  with  Jefus   ftand. 

5.  And  they  mail  fing,  to   Chrift  their  Kin<r, 

Their  Songs  in  fuch  a  Strain, 
That   learn   can  none  but  thofe  alone 
Who   with  the   Lord  mall   reign. 

6.  Ye  taught  Ones  of  the  Lord,  fing  Praife 

To  th'  Lamb    th'   Throne  upon; 
?Tis  only  he  taught  you   and  me 
To  ling  the    Lamb's  new  Song. 

HYMN       CCXLVIII. 

Rock  fviitte?i\  ;    or  the  Rock  of  Ages ;  Ifaia  xxvi,  4, 
OCK  of  Ages,  fhelter  me, 
Let  me  liide  myfelf  in  thee  !  Let 


1  R' 


C     224     > 

Let  the  Water,  and  the  Blood, 
From  thy  wounded  Side  which  flow'd, 
Be   of  Sin   the    double  Cure, 
Cleanfe  me  from  its  Guilt  and  Power. 

3.  Not  the  Labour  of  my   Hands, 
Can  fulfil   thy  Law's   Demands; 
Could  my  Zeal    no  Refpit    know, 
Could  my  Tears  ^for  ever  flow, 
All  for  Sin   could  not  attone, 
i  Thou  mult  fave,  and  thou  alone < 

3.  Nothing  in  my   Hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to   thy  Crofs  I  cling  ; 
Naked  come  to  thee  for  Drefs, 
Helplefs   look  to  thee  for  Grace  3 
Black'  I  to  the  Fountain  fly, 

"VVafli  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

4.  While  I  draw  this  fleeting    Breath, 
When  my  Eye-Strings  break  in  Death, 
When   I  foar  to    Worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  Judgment  Throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  fhelter  me, 

Let  me  hide  myfelf  in   thee, 

II   Y   m   n       CCXLIX- 

SALVATION,  oh,  the  joyful  Sound  ! 
'Tis  Pleafure  to  our  Ear  ! 
A  fov'rein  Balm   for   ev'ry  Wound, 
A  Cordial  for  our  Fear. 

Glory,  Honour,  Praife    and   Power, 

Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever ; 
Jefus  Chrift  is  our  Redeemer, 
*  IlaJelujah !  Halelujali!  Halelujah !  Praife  the  Lord. 

Bury'd 


c  aaj  ) 

Bury'd  in   Sorrow,  and  in  Sin, 

At  Hell's  dark  Door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife  by  Grace   Divine 

To    fee    an  heav'nly    Day. 
Glory,  Honour,  &c. 

Salvation,  let  the   Eccho   fly, 

The  fpacious  Earth  around ; 
While  all  the    Armies  of  the  Sky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  Sound. 
Glory,  Honour,  &c. 

HYMN       CCL. 

An    happy   Moment, 

I.    OAVIOUR,    I   do  feel  thy   Merit, 
O  Sprinkled  with  redeeming    Blood  ; 
And   my   weary   troubled    Spirit 

Now    finds   reft  in  Thee,  my   God  : 
I  am    fafe,  and  I  am  happy, 

While  in    thy   dear  Arms  I  lie  -, 
Sin   and    Satan  cannot  Hurt  me, 
When    the  Saviour   is  fo    Nigh. 

•2.  Now  I'll   fing   of  Jefu's   Merit, 

Tell  the   World  of  his  dear  Name  j 
That   if  any  want   his   Spirit, 

He  is   ftill  the  very  fame  : 
He  that  afketh,  foon  receiveth, 

He  that  feeks  is  fure  to  find  ; 
Come,  for  .  whofoe'er  believeth, 

He  will  never  caft  behind. 

3.  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading 

With  his  Father,  and  our  God  ; 
Now   for  us   he's  interceeding, 

As   the   Purchafe   of  his  Blood  : 
Now  metliinks  I  hear  him.  praying, 

P  Father, 


C  226       ) 

Father,  lave   them,  I  have  dy'd  ; 
And    the  Father  anfwers,  faying, 
They  are   freely  jultify'd. 

H   Y   M   N        CCLI. 

3.    Q  A  V  I  O  U  R  of  Men,  we  blefs  thy  Name, 
O   For   thou  art   good   for  evermore  ; 
Thy    Pow'r    and  Grace    we   would  proclaim, 
And  thine   eternal   Love    adore. 

2.  Thy   Glory  mall   forever    Rand, 

Thy    Truth   remains   both  firm  and  fure  ; 
Our   Souls  we   venture   in   thine  Hand, 
And    there  we  know  wre  are  fecure. 

3.  Tho'    Troubles   come  and  Sorrows  rife, 

We  will   not   fear  for  God's   our  Aid  j 
111   Tidings   cannot   thefe  furprize 
Who  are   upon  Jehovah  flay'd. 

4.  Glory  to  Chrifl  our  faithful    Friend  ; 

(  He  is  the  Lord  whom  Angels  fear  ) 
On   him    we   always  would    depend, 
And   in   his   Righteoufnefs  appear. 

5.  We   love  the  Lord  our  God   moft  High, 

His  Grace  demands  our  nobleil  Song  ; 
All  Praife  to  Chrift  who  came  to   die, 
To  him  all  Glory  doth  belong. 

HYMN    CCLII. 

I.    Q  A  W  ye  not    the  Cloud    arife, 
>^   Little    as  an   Human   Hand  ? 
Now  it   fpreads    along  the  Skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the   thirfty  Land, 
Lo  I  the   Promife  of  a    fliow'r 
Drops  already   from   above, 
But    the   Lord  mall  fliortly   pour 

All  the  Spirit  of  his  Love.  2.  Sons 


C    227    ) 

2.  Sons  of  God  your  Saviour  praife, 

He   a  Door  hath   open'd  wide 
He    hath  giv'n  the  Word  of  Grace, 

Jefu's    Word    is   glorify'd  : 
Jem's  mighty  to  redeem, 

He    alone  the  Work  hath   wrought, 
Worthy  is  the    Work  of  him,       * 

Who  all  Things   to  B  eing  brought. 

3.  When   he  firft  the  Work  begun 

Small   and   feeble  was  his  Day, 
Now  the    Word  doth  fweeftiy  run, 

Now   it  fpreads  its  glorious   Way  ; 
More  and  more  it  mines    and  grows, 

Ever  mighty   to    prevail  ; 
Sin's  ftrong  Holds   it  now  o'erthrows,  % 

Shakes   die   trembling  Gate*  of  Hell. 

H    Y   M   N       CCLII. 

For    a  f;ck    P  erf  on, 

1.  QEE,    gracious    Lord,   with  pitying    Eyes, 
k3    Beneath    thy   Hand   a   Sufferer    lies, 

Thy    Mercy,  not  thine  Anger  proves  ; 
And  lick  he  is   whom  Jefus  Loves. 

2.  His    to  thine  own    Afflictions  join, 

Accept,    exalt,    and   count  them  thine  ; 
Thy  Paffion  which  remains    fulfill, 
And   f offer  in  thy    Members  ftill. 

3.  His   Sicknefs  feel,    endure  his  Pain, 

His  Burden  bear,  his  Crofs  fuftain  r 
Grieve  in  his  Griefs,  and  figh  his  Sighs, 
And  breathe  his  Wifhes  to  the  Skies. 

4.  Enter  his  Heart,  poflefs  him  whole, 
Infpire  and  actuate  his  Soul  ; 
Himfelf  no  longer  let  it  be 

That   fuffers,  or  that  lives  but  thee. 

P  2  5.  Thyfelf 


-s 


C     ^28      ) 

Thyfelf  through  SufFrings  Perfect  made, 
Conform  him   thus  to   thee  his  Head  ; 
Refine,   and  raife  his  Virtue  high'r, 
When  tri'd  and  purified  by  Fire. 

So  when  his  Eyes  behold  thee  near, 
And  thou  his  hidden  Life  apear  ; 
Bright  in  thy  Likenefs  mall  he  mine, 
And  glorious  All,    and  all  Divine. 

11   Y   M   N      CCLIV. 

IV l  nt  dr. 

EE  how  rude  Winter's  Icy  Hand 
^Has  ftript  the  Trees,  and  feal'd  the  Ground ; 
But  Spring  ihall  foon  his  Rage  withftand, 
And   fpread  new  Beauties  all  around. 

2.  My  Soul  a  fharper  Winter  mourns, 
Barren  and  lifelefe  I  remain, 
When  will  the  gentle  Spring  return, 
And  bid  my  Graces  grow  again  I 

3.  Jems,  my  glorious  Sun,  arife, 

'Tis  thine  the  frozen  Heart  to  move  ; 

Oh!  hulh  thefe  Storms,   and  clear  my  Skies, 

And  let  me  feel  thy  vital   Love. 

4.  Dear  Lord,  regard  my  feeble  Cry, 
I  faint  and  droop  'till  thou  appear  ; 
wilt  thou  permit  thy  Plant  to  die  ? 
Muft  it  be  Winter  all  the  Year  \ 

5.  Be  Mill,   my  Soul,  and  wait  his  Hour, 
With  humble  Pray'r,  and  patient  Faith, 
'Till   he  reveals  his  gracious  Pow'r, 
Repofe  on   what  his  Promife    faith. 


6.  He.  by  whofe    all   commanding  Words, 
Seafons  their  changing  Couife   maintain  j 


In 


C   229    ) 

In  ev'ry  Change  a  Pledge  affords, 
That  none  mall  feek  his  Face  in  vain, 

H    Y  M   N      CCLV. 

The  laft  Judgment,  Rev.   xxi.   J— S. 


s 


EE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 
Fills    a  Majcltick  Throne, 
While  from  the  Skies  his  awfull  Voice 
Bears  the  lalt  Judgment  down. 

[2.  "-  I   am  the  Firft,  and  I  the  Laft, 
"  Through  endlefs  Years  the  fame  ; 
"  I  AM  is  my  Memorial  ftill, 
"  And  my  eternal  Name. 

3.  "  Such  Favours  as  a  God  can  give, 
"  My   royal  Grace  bellows  ; 
"Ye  thirfty  Souls  come  tafte  the  Stream  ; 
"  Where  Life  and  Pleafure  flows.] 

[4.  "  The  Saint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  Sins, 
"  I'll  own  him  for  a  Son  ; 
"  The  whole  Creation  mall  reward 
"  The  Conquefts  he  has  wen. 

5.   "  But  bloody  Hands,  and  Hearts  unclean, 
"  And  all  the  lying  Race, 
"  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  Crew 
"  That  fpurn  at  offer 'd  Grace  ; 

o.   "  They  mall  be  taken  from  my  Sight, 
''  Bound  faft  in  Iron  Chains, 
"  And  headlong  plnng'd  into  the  Lake 
"  Where  Fire  and  Darknefs  reigns."] 

7.  O  may  I  ftand  before  the  Lamb, 
When  Earth  and  Seas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  Name 
With  Bl  effing  on  my  Head ! 

P   3  *.  May 


C    230    ) 

3.  May  I  with  thofe  forever  dwell, 
Who  here  where  my  Delight, 
While  Sinners  banifh'd  down  to  Hell, 
No  more  offend  my  Sight. 

H   V  M    N     CCLVI. 

Let  the  Wicked forfake  his  Way,    &c.     Ifai  $5>  7. 

1.  pinners,  the  Voice  of  God   regard  ; 
J^  'Tis  Mercy  fpeaks  to  day ; 

He  calls  you  by  his  Sov'reign  Word, 
From  Sin's  deftruCrive  Way. 

2.  Like  the  rough  Sea,  that  cannot  reft, 

You  live    devoid  of  Peace  ; 
A  thoufand  Stings  within  your  Breaft, 
Deprive  your  Souls  of  Eafe. 

3.  Your  Way  is  dark,   and  leads  to  Hell ; 

Why  will  you  perfevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endlefs  Torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  Defpair  ? 

4.  Why  will  you  in   the  crooked  Ways 

Of  Sin  and  Folly  go  ? 
In  Pain  you  travel  all  your   Days, 
To  reap  Immortal  Woe! 

5.  But  he  that  turns  to  God   mail  live, 

Thro'  his  abounding  Grace  \ 

His  Mercy  will  the  Guilt  forgive 

Of  thofe  that  feek  his  Face. 

6.  Bow  to  the  Sceptre  of  his   Word, 

Renouncing  every.  Sin  ; 
Submit  to  him  your  fov  'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  Will  Diviue. 

7.  His  Love  exceeds  your  highefl  Thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 

He 


C    231    ) 

He  will  forgive  your  numerous  Faults, 
Thro'  a  Redeemer's  Blood. 

HYMN       CCLVII. 

1.  QHALL  I  for  fear  of  feeble    Man, 

k3   Thy   Spirit's  Courfe  in  me  reftrain  ? 
Or   undifmay'd,  in  Deed  and  Word 
Be   a  true    Witnefs  to   my   Lord  I 

2.  Aw'd  by  a  Mortal's  Frown,  mall  I 

Conceal   the  Word   of   God  molt  high  ? 
How  then   before   Thee  mail  1  dare 
To  fland,  or   how  thine  Anger  bear  ? 

3.  Shall  I,  to    foothe  th'  unholy    Throng, 

Sofcen  thy  Truths,  and  fmoothe  my  Tongue  ? 
To  gain  Earth's  gilded  Toys,  or  flee 

The   Crols  endur'd,  my  God,  by  Thee! 

/t.  What  then  is  he,  whole  Scorn  I  dread, 

Whofe   Wrath  or  Hate  makes  me  afraid  ?     41 
A  Man,  an   Heir    of  Death,  a  Slave 
To  Sin,  a  Bubble  on  the  Wave  ! 

£.  Yea,  let  Man  rage !  fince  thou  wilt   fpread 
Thy   fhadowing  Wings  around  my  Head  ; 
Since  in   all  Pain  thy  tender  Love 

Will  itill  my  fweet   Refrefhment  prove.     •£ 

6.  Saviour  of  Men !  thy  fearching  Eye 

Does  all  my  inmoft  Thoughts  defcry  : 
Doth  Ought  on  Earth  my  Withes  raife, 
Or   the  World's    Favour,  or   its  PraiferH 

7.  The  Love  of  Chrilt  does  me  conftrain 

To  feek   the  wand'ring  Souls  of  Men  ; 
With   Cries,  Intreaties  Tears,  to  fave,      r 
To    fnatch  them   from  the  gaping  Grave.    ;iV  ' 

S .  For  this  let  Men  revile  my  Name ;  ; 

No  Crofs   I   ihun,  I  fear  no  Shame  :  7 

P  4  AH 


C    232    ) 

All    Hail,  Reproach,  and  welcome  Pain  ! 
Only   thy    Terrors,    Lord,  reftrain. 

0.  My   Life,  my  Blood  I    here   prefent, 

If  for   thy   Truth  they  may  be  fpent ; 
Fulfil  thy  Sov'reign   Counfel,  Lord  ! 
Thy  Will  be  done,  thy  Name  ador'd  ! 

10.  Give   me  thy  Strength,  O  God  of   Pow'r ! 
Then  let  Winds  blow,  or  Thunders  roar, 
Thy  faithful   Witnefs  will  I  be  : 

'Tisfix'd!  lean    do  all  through  Thee. 

H    Y    M    N      CCLVlif. 

Cod  far  above   Creatures  ;  or,    Man   vain  and  Mor- 
tal, Job  iv.  1  7-— 2 1  • 

1.  QHALL   the  vile  Race  of  Flefli  and  Blood. 
»5  Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ! 

Shall   mortal  Worms  prefume    to   be 
More  Holy,  Wife,  or  Juil  than  He  ? 

2.  Behold,  he  puts  his   Truft   in  none 

Of  all  the  Spirits  round  his  Throne  j 
Their   Natures,  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  Holy,  Juft,   nor  Wife. 

3.  But  how  much  meaner  Things  are  they 

Who  fpring  from  Dull,  and   dwell  in  Clay  I 
Touch' d  by  the  Finger  of    thy  Wrath, 
We   faint    and  vanim  like  the   Moth. 

4*  From  Night  to  Day,  from  Day  to  Night, 
We  die   by    Thoufands  in  thy  Sight ; 
Bury'd   in  Duft  whole  Nations  lie 
Like  a  forgotten  Vanity. 

5.  Almighty    Pow'r,  %o  Thee  we  bow  ; 

How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  Thou  ! 
No  more  the  Sons  of  Earth   mall   dare 
With   an   Eternal  God    compare. 

HYMN 


C    233    ) 
H  Y  M   N      CCLIX. 

Christ   the  Wifdom  of  God,  Prov  viii.  1,22 — -32. 
HALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 


-s 


And  not  her   Speech  be  heard  ? 
The  Voice  of  God's  Eternal  Word, 
Deferves  it  no  Regard  i 

2.  «  I  was  his  chief  Delight, 
"  His  Everlaiting  Son, 
"  Before  the  firft  of  all  his  Works, 
u  Creation,  was  begun. 

1 5.  "  Before  the  flying  Clouds, 
il  Before  the  folid  Land, 
u  Before  the   Fields,  before  the  Flood, 
*f  I    dwelt  at  his  Right  Hand. 

K.  "  When  he  adorn' d  the  Skies, 

'•  And   built  them,  I    was  there, 
«  To  order  when  the  Sun  Ihould  rife, 
"  And   marfiial  ev'ry  uar. 

5.  "  When  he  pour'd  out  the  Sea, 

••  And  ipread  the   flowing    Deep, 
"  I  gave   the  Flood    a  firm  Decree 
"  In    its  own  Bounds  to  keep.  ] 

B.  <<  Upon  the  empty    Air 

"  The    Earth  was  balanc'd  well  : 

With  Joy  I  faw  the  Manfion  where 

«  The  Sons  of  Men  mould  dwell. 

7.  "  My  bufy  Thoughts  at   firft 
'  <  On   their   Salvation  ran, 
"  E'er  Sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  Duft 
"  Was  fafhion'd  to  a  Man. 

If,  <<  Then  come,  receive  my  Grace, 
"  Ye  Children,  and  be  wife  i 

P   *  «  Happy 


C    234    ) 

"  Happy  the  Man  that  keeps  my  Ways, 
"  The  Man  that  muns  them  dies". 

HYMN     CCLX. 

The  Brazen  Serpent  :  or,  Looking  to  Jefus. 

1.  Q\  O  did  the  Hebrew    Prophet  raife 
j^5  The  brazen  Serpent  high  ; 

The   wounded  felt  immediate  Eafe, 
The  Camp  forbore  to  die. 

2.  u  Look  upward  in  the  dying  Hour, 

«  And    live,"  the  Prophet  cries, 
But   Christ   performs  a  nobler  Cure, 
When  Faith  lifts  up  her  Eyes. 

3.  High  on  the  Crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  Heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  Sinners,  by   th'  old  Serpent  flung, 
Look  and  forget  their   Pains. 

4.  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up 

A  dying   World  revives  ; 
The  Jew  beholds  the  glorious  Hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

H    Y    M    N      CCLXJ. 

Holinefs    and  Grace, 

1 .  £j  O  let  our  Lips  and  Lives   expreis 
j^  The  holy    Gofpel  we  profefs  ; 

So  let  our  Works   and  Virtues  mine, 
To   prove  the  Dodcrine  all   Divine. 

2.  Thus  fhall  we  bed  proclaim  abroad 

The   Honours  of  our  Savi  our-God  ; 
When  the  Salvation  reigns  within, 
And  Grace  fubducs   the  Pow'r  of  Sin. 

3.  Our  Flefh  and  Senfe  mult  be  dcnyW, 

Paffion 


C   H*-    ) 

P  anion  and   Envy,  Luft  and  Pride  ; 

Whilft  Juftice,  Temp 'ranee,  Truth  and  Love, 

Our   inward  Piety  approve. 

L  Religion  bears  our  Spirits  up, 

While  we   expect  that  blefied  Hope, 
The  bright  Appearance   of  the   Lord, 
And   Faith  ftands   leaning  on  his  Word. 

HYMN       CCLXH. 

T/?d  Chrijlian    Warfare* 

1.  fj  TAND   up,  my  Soul,  make  off  thy  Fears, 
J^  And  gird  the  Gofpel  Armour  on  ; 

March  to  the  Gates  of  endlefs  Joy, 
Where   thy    great  Captain    Saviour's  gone. 

2.  Hell  and  thy    Sins  refifl  thy  Courfe, 

But    Hell  and  Sins  are  vanquiih'd   Foes  ; 
Thy  Jems  nail'd  'em   to  the   Crofs, 
And  fung  the  Triumph  when  he  rofe.] 

[3.  What  though  the  Prince  of  Darknefs  rage, 
And  waite  the  Fury   of  his  Spite  ; 
Eternal   Chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery    Deeps,  and  endlefs   Night. 

4.  What   though  thy  inward    Lulls  rebel ; 

'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  Gafp  for  Life  ; 
The   Weapons    of  victorious  Grace 
Shall    flay  thy  Sins,  and  end  the  Strife.] 

5.  Then    let  my  Soul  march  boldly   on, 

Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  Gate, 
There    Peace  and  Joy  Eternal   reign, 
And  glitt'ring  Robes  for  Conqu'rors  wait. 

6.  There  mall  I  wear  a  (tarry   Crown, 

And  Triumph  in  Almighty  Grace, 
While  all  the  Armies  of  the  Skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  Praife. 

HYMN 


s 


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H    Y   M   N       CCLXin. 

To  the  Holy  Choft. 
TAY,  thou  iniulted  Spirit  flay  ; 


Tho'  l'have  done   thee  fuch  defpite  : 
Call  not  a    Sinner    quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlafting  Flight. 

2.  Tho*  I  have  moft   unfaithful  been 

Of  all,  whoe'er  thy  Grace  received, 
Ten  Thoufand  Times  thy  Goodnefs   feen, 
Ten  Thoufand  Times  thy  Goodnefs  griev'd 

3.  But  O  !  the  chief  of  Sinners  fpare, 

In  Honour  of  my  great  High  Prieft  ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  Anger  Iwear 

T'  exclude  me  from  thy  People's  Reft. 

4.  If  yet  thou  canft  my  Sins  forgive, 

Ev'n  now  O  Lord,  relieve  my  Woes  j 
Me  to  thy  Reft  of  Love  receive, 
And  blefs  me  with  a  calm  Repofe, 

5.  Ev'n  now  my  weary  Soul    releafe, 

And  raife  me  by  thy  gracious  Hand  ; 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect   Peace, 

And  bring  me  to  the   promif'd  Land. 

HYMN      CCLXIV. 

i.QTILL  out  of  the  deepeft  Abyfs 
,5  Of  Trouble  I  mournfully  cry, 
And  pine   to   recover  my  Peace, 

To  fee  my  Redeemer,  and  die. 
I  cannot,  I  cannot  forbear 

Thefe  Pafiionate   Longings  for  Home  : 
O  when  will  my  Spirit  be  there  I 
O  when  will  the  Mcfiengcr  come  ? 

1.  Thy  Nature  I  long    to  put  on, 

Tliine 


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Thine   Image  on  Earth  to  regain^ 
And  then  in  the  Grave  to  lay  down 

My  Burden  of  Body  and  Pain  ; 
O  Jesus   in  pity  draw  near, 

And  lull  nie  to  fleep  on  thy  Breaft  t 
Appear,  to   my  Refcue  appear. 

And  gather  me  into  thy  Reft. 

3.  To  take  a  poor  Fugitive  in, 

The  Arm  of  thy    Mercy   difplay, 
And  give  me  to  reft  from  all  Sin, 

And  bear  me  triumphant  away  : 
Away  from  a  World  of  Diftrefs, 

Away  to  the  Manfions    above, 
The  Heaven  of  feeing  thy  Face, 

The  Heaven   of  feeling  thy  Love. 

H   Y   M   N      CCLXV. 

Chriflian  Virtues  ;  or  The  Difficulty  of  Converficn* 

1.  Q  Trait  is  the  Way,  the  Door  is  ftrait, 
v3  That  leads  to  joys  on  High  ; 

*Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  Gate, 
While  Crouds  miftake  arid  die. 

2.  Beloved  Self  muft  be  deny'd, 

The  Mind  and  Will  renew'd, 
Paflion   fupprefs'd   and  Patience  try'd, 
And  vain  Ddires  fubdu'd. 

[3.  Flefh  is  a  dang'rous   Foe  to  Grace, 
Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Fleih  muft  be  humbled,  Pride  abas'd, 
Left  they  deftroy  our  Souls. 

4.  The  Love   of  Gold  be  baniih'd  hence, 

(That  vile  Idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  Member,  ev'ry  Senie, 
In  fweet   Subjection  lye. 

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5.  The  Tongue,  that  moft  unruly  Pow'r, 

Requires  a  ftrong  reftraint  ; 
We  mufl  be  watchful   ev'ry  Hour, 
And   pray,   but  never  faint.] 

6.  Lord  !    can  a  feeble,  helplefs  Worm 

Fulfil  a   Taik  fo  hard  ! 
Thy  Grace  muft  all  my  Works   perform, 
And  give  the  free  Reward. 

HYMN     CCLXVI. 

The  divided  Heart  lamented, 

i.  qTRANGE  that  fo  much  of  Heav'n  and   Hell 
[j  Should  in  One  Bofoiu  meet  i 
Lord,    can  thy  Spirit   ever  dwell 
Where  Satan  has  a  Seat  ? 

2.  Now  I  am  all  transform'd  to  Love, 

And  could  expire  in  Praife  ; 

Then  foon  net  all  the  Joys  above 

One  chearful  Note  can  raife. 

3.  When  I  with  penfive  Thoughts  review 

The  Mazes   I  have  trod, 
AftoniuVd  at  the  Grace  that   drew 
My  wand'ring  Soul  to  God  ; 

4.  Oh  with  what  ardent  Zeal  I  Vow 

A  recutude  within  ! 
What  Indignation  fires  me  now, 
At  the  mear  Thoughts  of  Sin  ! 

5.  But  vain  Amufements,  hurrying  Cares, 

Trifles  of  Lofs  or  Gain, 
Or  Carnal   Joys,  or  worldly  Fears, 
Seduce  my  Heart  again. 

6.  By  faithful  Hopes,  and  golden  Dreams, 

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I'm  nurtur'd  or  betray'd, 
Still  tofs'd  between  the  two  Extremes, 
Too  Vain,  or  too  Difmay'd. 

7.  Decide  the  dubious  awful  Cafe, 
By  fome  alluring  Sign  ; 
And  oh  may  thy  all  conqu'ring  Grace 
Declare  that  I  am  Thine  ! 

H   Y   M    K       CCLXVIL 

A  Pfalm  for  the  Lord's  Day. 

i.£t  WEET  is  the  Work,  my  God  my  King, 
j^To  praife  thy  Name,  give  Thanks  and  ling  ; 

To  Ihew  thy  Love  by  morning  Light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  Truth  at  Night. 

2.  Sweet  is  the   Day  of  facred  Reft, 

No  mortal  Cares  mall  fcize  my  Bi  eaft  ; 
O  may  my  Heart  in  Tune  be  found 
Like  David's  Karp  of  folemn  Sound  ! 

3.  My  Heart  Dial!  Triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blels  his  Works,  and  blefs  his  Word ; 
Thy  Works  of  Grace,  how  bright  they  Ihine  ! 
How  deep  thy  Counfels  !  how  Divine  ! 

4.  Fools  never  raiie  their  Thoughts  fo  high ; 
Like  Brutes  they  live,   like  Brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  Grafs  they  flour  ifli,  till  thy  Breath 
Blafc  them  in  everlafting  Death. 

5.  But  I  lhall  Ihare  a  glorious  Part 
When  Grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  Heart, 
And  frelh  Supplies  of  Joy  are  Ihed 
Like  holy  Oil  to  chear   my  Head. 

6.  Sin  (my  worft  Enemy   before) 

Shall  vex  my  Eyes  and  Ears  no  more  ; 

My 


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My  inward  Foes  fhall  all  be  flai», 
Nor  Satan  break  my  Peace  again. 

7.  Then  mall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  defir'd  or  wifh'd  below ; 
And  ev'ry  Pow'r  find  fweet    Employ 
In  that  Eternal  World  of  Joy. 

HYMN       CCLXVIIL 

Tht  Vanity   of  Me?:  as  Mortal. 

I .   HT*  EACH  me  the    Meafure  of  my  Days, 
X     Thou  Maker  of  my  Frame  ; 
I  would  Survey  Life's   narrow  Space, 
And  learn   how  frail    1  am, 

a.  A    Span  is  all  that   we  can  boaft. 
An   Inch    or  two  of  Time  ; 
Man  is  but  Vanity  and  Duft 
In   all  his    Flow'r   and  Prime. 

3.  See  the  vain   Race   of  Mortals  move 
Like    Shadows   o'er  the    Plain, 

They  Rage  and  Strive,  Defire  and  Love, 
But  all   the    Noife  is  vain. 

4.  Some  walk  in    Honour's  gaudy  fliow, 

Some  dig  for  golden    Ore, 
They  Toil   for  Heirs  they  know  not  wh«, 
And  ftrait   are  feen    no  more. 

5.  What  fhould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 

From  Creatures   Earth  and   Duft  ? 
They  make  our  Expectations  vain, 
And    difappoint   our  Truft. 

6.  Now  I  forbid  my   Carnal  Hope, 

My 


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My  fond  Defires  recall  ; 
I  give  my   mortal  Int'reft  up*, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

H    y   M    N    CCLXIX. 

The  Everlafling  Abfence  of  Cod  bitolerablt. 

t,   '""I""^  HAT  awful  Day   will  furely  come, 
J[      Th'  appointed  Hour  makes  hafte, 
When  I  mult  Hand  before  my  Judge, 
And   pafs   the  folemn  Teft. 

2 .  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  Joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my   Heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  Voice 
Pronounce  the    Sound,  Depart  ? 

[3.  The  Thunder  of  that  difmal  Word 
Would  16  torment   my  Ear, 
'T would  tear  my  Soul    alunder,  Lord, 
With  molt   Tormenting   Fear.] 

[4.  What,  to  be  baniftVd  from  my  Life, 
And   yet  forbid  to    die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal   Pain, 
Yet   Death   for  ever  fly  .?  ] 

5.  O  wretched  State  of  deep  Delpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And   fix  my  doleful  Station  where 
I  mull  not  tafte  his  Love. 

6.  Jefus,    I  throw  my  Arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy   Breaft  ; 
Without  a  gracious  Smile   from  Thee, 

My  Spirit   cannot   reft. 

7.  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthlefs  Name 

Is  graven  on  thy  Hands, 


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Shew  me  fome  Promife  in  thy  Book 
Where  my  Salvation   {lands  ! 

[8.  Give  me  one  kind  arfuring  Word 
To  link    my^  Fears  again  ; 
And   chearfully  my  Soul  mail   wait 
Her   Threefcore  Years  and  Ten.  ] 

H   t   M   N.     CCLXX. 

The  Believer's  Safety. 

1 .  r|^  HAT   Man  no  Guard  or  Weapon  needs, 

A     Whole   Heart  the  Blood  of  Jefus  knows ; 
But   fafe  may  pals  ,  if  Duty  leads, 

Thro'   burning  Sands  or  Mountain  $nows. 

2.  Releas'd  from  Guilt  he  feels  no    Fear, 

Redemption   is  his  Shield   and  Tow'r  j 
He   fees   his  Saviour  always  near 
To  help  in  ev'ry  trying   Hour. 

3.  Tho'    I  am  weak,  and  Satan  fcrong, 

And  often    to  Aflault  me  tries  ; 
When   Jefus  is  my  Shield    and    Song, 
Abafli'd  the   Wolf  before  me  flies. 

4.  His  Love  pofleffing,  I  am  bleit, 

Secure   whatever   Change  may  come  ; 
Whither   I  go  to    Eafc  or  Wert, 

With   him   I  frill  mail  be  at    Home. 

5.  If  plac'd  beneath  the  Northern  Pole, 

Tho'  Winter  reigns  with  Vigor  there  ; 
His    gracious  Beams  would  cheer  my  Soul, 
And  make  a  Spring  throughout  the  Year. 

6.  Or   if  the   Defart's   Sun-burnt  Soil, 

My    lonely    Dwelling   e'er  ihould  prove, 
His   Prefence  would   fupport   my  Toil, 

Whofe    fmile  is   Life,  whofe    Voice  is  Love. 

HYMN 


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H  YM  N        CCLXXI. 

Koah  preferred    In   the   Ark,  and     Believers    in 
Christ,   1  Pet.  iii,  20.  21. 

t,    npHE  Deluge,  at  th'    Almighty's    Call, 
A     In  what  impetuous    Streams  it  fell  ! 
Swallow 'd  the  Mountains   in  its   Rage, 
And  fwept   a  guilty  World  to  Hell. 

2    In   vain    the  tailed  Sons  of  Pride, 

Fled  from  the    clofe    pmTuiug  Wave  ; 
Nor  could  the   mightieii  Tow'rs    defend, 
Nor  Swiftness  Ycape,  nor  Courage  fave, 

^.  How   dire  the  Wreck  !  how  loud  the  Roar  i 
How   lmill   the    Univerfal]  Cry 
Of  Millions  in  the  lair.  Defpair, 
lie-echo 'd  from   the  lowering    Sky  ! 

4.  Yet  Noah,  humble    happy   Saint. 

Surrounded  with  the  Chofen  Few, 
Sat  in  his  Ark,  fecure  from  Fear, 
And  fano;  the  Grace  that  £leer'd  him  thro'. 

5.  So  I   may  ling,  in  Jesus   fare, 

While    Storms   of  Vengeance  round  me    fall, 
Confcious    how  high  my  Hopes    are  fix'd, 
Beyond  what  makes  this  earthly  Ball. 

6.  Enter   thine  Ark,  while    Patience  waits, 

Nor   ever   quit  that   fure  Retreat  : 

Then   the  wide  Flood,  which  buries    Earth, 

Shall  waft  thee  to  a   fairer  Seat. 

7.  Nor    Wreck  nor  Ruin  there  is  feen  ; 

There  not  a  Wave   of  Trouble   rolls  ; 

But  the   bright  Rainbow  round  the  Throne 

Seals   endlefs   Life  to  sll  their  Souls. 

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HYMN        CCLXXII 

The  Fountain   of  Chrijl,    Zech.  xiii,  I, 

i.  np  H  E   Fountain   of  Chrift 

X     Aflift   me  to   fing, 
The   Blood   of  our    Prieft, 

Our *crucify'd   King; 
Which   perfectly  cleanfes 

From  Sin,  and  from    Filth  ; 
And  richly    difpenfes 

Salvation  and  Health. 

2.   This    Fountain   fo  dear 

He'll  freely  impart  ; 
Unlock'd  by  the  Spear, 

It   gufh'd   from  his  Heart, 
With    Blood,  and   with  Water, 

The  firft  to  atone, 
To  cleanfe  us    the  Latter, 

The  Fountain's   but  One. 

g.  This  Fountain  is  fuch 

(  As  Thoufands  can  tell  ) 
The  Moment   we  touch 

It's  Streams,  we  are  well. 
All  Waters  befide  them 

Are  full  of  the  Curfe  ; 
For   all   that  have    try'd  them 

Swell,  rot,  and  grow  worfe. 

4.  This  Fountain,  fick  Soul, 

Recovers  thee  quite  ; 
Bathe  here,  and  be  whole  ; 

Wafh    here    and   be  white  ; 
Whale ver  Difeafes 

Or  Dangers  befal, 
The  Fountain  of  Jefus 

Will  rid  thee  of  all. 


5.  This 


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5.  This  Fountain  from   Guilt 
Not   only    makes   pure, 

And  gives,  foon  as  felt, 

Infallible     Cure  ; 
But   if  Guilt  removed, 

Return   and  remain, 
Its  Pow'r  may  be   proved 

Again,  and  again. 

6.  This   Fountain   unfeal'd, 
Stands   open    for    all, 

That  long  to   be  heal'd, 
The  Great  and  the  Small  ; 

Here's  Strength  for  the  Weakly, 
That  hither   are  led  : 

Here's   Health   for  the    Sickly  ; 
Here's  Life  for  the  Dead. 

7.  This   Fountain  tho'   rich, 
From  Charge  is  quite  clear  ; 

The  poorer  the  Wretch 

The   welcomer  here  ; 
Come   Needy,  come   Guilty, 

Come   loathfome   and   bare  ; 
You   can't   come  too  Filthy, 

Come  juft   as  you  are. 

2.  This  Fountain  in  vain 

Has    never  been  try'd, 
It   takes  out  all    Stain 

Whenever    apply 'd  ; 
The  Water  flows  fweetly 

With  Virtue    Divine, 
To    cleanfe  Souls   completely, 

Tho*   Leprous   as  mine. 


Q3 


HYMN. 


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HYMN  CCLXXIIL  - 

Christ's  Kir.gdom  and  Majefty\  • 

1.  rT^HE   God   Jehovah  reigns, 

X     Let   all   the   Nations   fear ; 
Let    Sinners  tremble  at   his   Throne, 
And  Saints  be  humble  there. 

2.  Jesus  the   Saviour  reigns, 

Let  Earth   adore  its   Lord  ; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  Attendants  ftand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  Word. 

3.  In  Zion  is  his  Throne, 
Kis  Honours  are  Divine  ; 

His  Church  mall  make  his  Wonders  known. 
For  there  his  Glories  ihine. 

4.  How  holy  is  his  Name  ! 
How  terrible    his  Praife  ! 

Juftice  and  Truth  and  Judgment  join, 
In  all  his  Works   of  Grace. 

H  y  m   £    CCLXXIV. 

The  Reflection  of  a  baptized  Believer^He  went  on  hh 
Way  rejoicing.    Acts   viii.  39. 

i.   rTT^IIE  holy  Eunuch,  when  baptiz'd, 
Went  on  his  Way  with  Joy  : 
And  who  can  tell  what  rapturous  Thoughts, 
Did  then  his  ?rlind  employ  ? 

z.  "Is  that  moil  glorious  Saviour  mine 
''Of  whom  I  lately  rend  ? 
"  Who  bearing  all  my  Sins  and  Griefs, 
"  Was  number 'd  with  the  Dead  :" 

2.  "Is  he  who  buriting  from  the  Grave  ; 
"Now  reigns  above  the  Sky 

"My 


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"My  Advocate  before  the   Throne, 
"  My  Portion  when  1  die  ? 

4.  "Have  I  profefs'd  his  holy  Name? 

"  Do  I  his  Gofpel  bear 
"  To  Ethiopia's  fcorched  Lands, 
"  And  fhall  I  fpread  it  there  ? 

5.  "Blefs'd  Pool  !   in  which  I  lately  lay, 

"  And  left  my  Fears  behind  ; 
**  What  an  unworthy  Wretch  am  I  ! 
"  And  God  profufely  kind  ! 

6.  "Blefs'd  Emblen  of  that  precious  Blood 

"  Which  fatisfy'd  for  Sin  ; 
"And   of  that  renovating    Grace, 

"  Which   makes  the  Confcience  clean." 

7.  This  Pattern,  Lord,  with  facred  joy 

Help  us  to  keep  in  View  ; 
The  fame  our  Work,  the  fame,  O  make 
Our  Confolation  too. 

HYMN       CCLXXV. 

It   is  finijhed,    John  19,  30. 

1.  "  "-yMS  fininVd,"  the  Redeemer  faid, 

j[    And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  Head^ 

Whilft  we   this  Sentence  fcan, 
Come,   Sinners,  and   obferve  the  Word. 
Behold  the  Conquefts  of  the  Lord, 

Compleat  for  helpiefs  Man. 

2.  Finifh'd  the  Righteoufnefs  of  Grace, 
Finifli'd  for  Sinners  pard'ning  Peace  ; 

Their  mighty  Debt  is  paid  : 
Accufing  Law    cancell'd  by   Blood, 
And  Wrath  of  an  offended   God 

In  fweet  Oblivion  laid. 

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3.  Who   now  fhall  urge  a  fecond  Claim  ? 
The   Law  no  longer  can  condemn, 

Faith  a  Releafe  can  fhew  : 
Juflice  itfelf  a  Friend  appears, 
The  Prifon  Houfe  a  whiiper  hears, 

''Loofe  him,  and  let  him  go.*' 

4.  O  Unbelief,  injurious  Bar  ! 
Source  of  tormenting,  fruitlefs  Fear, 

Why  dolt  thou  yet  reply  .? 
Where'er  thy  loud  Objections  fall, 

"Tis  finifh'd''  ftill  may  anfwer  all, 
And  lileuce  ev'ry  Cry. 

5»  His  Toil  divinely  fininYd  (lands, 

But  ah !  the  Praife  his  Work  demands, 

Careful  may  we  attend  ! 
Conclufion  to  our   Souls  be  this, 
JBecaufe  Salvation  finifh'd  is, 
Our  Thanks  fliall  never  End. 

H    Y  M   N       CCLXXVI. 

Who  bath  defpifedtheDay  of 'fmall Things  P  Zech.iv,  10, 

1.  T*  HE  Lord  that  made  both  Heav'11  and  Earth., 

J[      Ana  was  himfelf  made  Man, 
Lay  in  the  Womb  before  his  Birth, 
Contracted  to  a  Span  : 

2.  Matur'd  by  Time  'till  forth  he  came, 

A  Babe  like  others  leen  ; 
As  fmall  in  Size,  and  weak  of  Frame, 
As  Babes  have  always  been. 

3.  From  thence  he  grew  an  Infant  mild, 

By  fair  and  due  Degrees  ; 
And  then  became  a  bigger  Child, 
And  fat  on  Mary's  Knees. 

4.  At 


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4.  At  firft  held  up  for  want  of  Strength, 

In  Time  alone  he  ran  ; 
Then  grew  a  Boy  ;  a  Lad  at  Length 
A  Youth  ;  at  laft  a  Man. 

5.  Behold  from  what  beginnings  fmall  ! 

Our  great  Salvation  rofe  ! 
The  Strength  of  God  is  own'd  by  all; 
But  who  his  Weaknefs  knows  ? 

6.  Thus  Souls  that  would  to  Heav'n  attain, 

Muft  Jacob's  Ladder  climb  ; 
And  Step  by  Step  the  Summit   gain, 
In  Meafure  and  in  Time. 

7.  Let  not  the  Strong  the  Weak  defpife  j 

Their  Faith,  tho  fmall,  is  true  ; 
Tho'  low  they  feem  in  others  Eyes  ; 
Their  Sav'our   feem'd  fb  too. 

t.  Nor  meanly  of  the  Tempted  think  ; 
For,  oh  what  Tongue  can  tell, 
How  low  the  Lord  of  Life  muft  fink, 
Before  he  vanquifh'd  Hell  ! 

9.  The  leaft  Believer  is  a  Saint, 

And  if  our  Growth  be  flow, 
We  mould  not  therefore  tire  and  faint, 
Since  Chrifl  himfelf  could  grow. 

10.  As  in  the  Days  of  Flefh  he  grew, 

In  knowledge,  Stature,    Grace, 
So  in  the  Soul  that's  born  anew, 
He  keeps  a  gradual  Pace. 

1 1 .  No  lefs  Almighty  at  his  Birth, 

Than  on  his   Throne  Supreme  : 
His  Shoulders  held  up   Heav'n  and  Earth, 
When  Mary  held  up  him. 

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II   Y   M   K      CCLXXVII. 

The   lafi  Judgment  :  or,  The  Saints  rewarded, 

1.  HHHE   Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  Throne 

A     Bids  the  whole  Earth  draw  nigh  ; 
The    Nations  near   the   rifing  Sun, 
And   near  the  Weflern    Sky. 

2.  No  more  mail   bold    Elafphemers  fay, 

u  Judgment  Avill  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No    more  abufe   his  long  Delay, 
To  Impudence  and  Shi. 

3.  Thron'd    on  a  Cloud  our  God  mall  come, 

Bright   Flames  prepare  his  Way  j 
Thunder   and   Darknefs,  Fire   and  Storm 
Lead    on   the  dreadful  Day. 

4.  Heav'n  from    above  his   Call  mall  hear, 

Attending   Angels  come, 
And  Earth  and  Hell   ihall  know  and   fear, 
His  jiiitice    and  their  Doom. 

5.  <<  But  gather  all  my  Saints,"   (he  cries,) 

"  That  made  their  Peace  with  God 
"  By  the  Redeemer's    Sacrifice, 
"  And  feaTd  it  with  his  Blood. 

fu  (<  Their  Faith  and  Works  brought  forth  to  Light, 
<*  Shall  make  the  World  confers 
<(  My   Sentence  of  Reward  is  right, 
i{  And  Heav'n  adore  my  Grace." 

HYMN     CCLXXV1H 

Angels    mini  firing  to    Christ  and  Saints, 

I.   /-TpHE    Maj eft y  of  Solomon  ! 
X      How    gloi  ions  to  behold  ! 
The  Servants  waiting  round  his  Throne, 
The  Iv'ry  and  the  Gold  ! 

2.  But 


C    an    ) 

2.  But  mighty  God!  thy  Palace  mines 

With  far  fuperior   Beams  ; 
Thine   Angel  Guards  are  fwift  as  Winds,, 
Thy  Minifters  are  Flames. 

[3.  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 
His  Ent'rance   on  the    Earth, 
A  mining  Army   downward  fled, 
To  clebrate   his   Birth. 

4.  And,  when  oppreft  with  Pains  and  Fears# 

On  the  cold    Ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly   Form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  Agonies.] 

5.  Now  to  the  Hands   of  Chrift  our  King, 

Are  all   their  Legions  giv'n ; 
They   wait    upon  his    Saints   and  bring, 
His   chofen  Heirs  to   Keav'n. 

6.  Pleafure  and  Praife  run  thro*   their  Hoft 

To   fee  a  Sinner  turn  ; 
Then  Satan   has  a  Captive  loft, 
And  Chrift    a  Subject:  born. 

7.  But  there's  an  Hour  of  brighter  Toy,, 

When  he    his   Angels  fends, 
Obftinate  Rebels  to    deftroy, 
And  gather  in  his  Friends. 

3.  O  !  could   I    fay,  without  a  Doubt, 

There    iliall  my    Soul  be  found, 
Then  let  the  great   Arch-  Angel  mo  at, 
And    the  laft  Trumpet   found. 

H   Y    M   N        CCLXXIX, 

Our   Lord  Jesus  at   his    oivnTabU. 

[l.   r  jj  'SHE  Mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 
J^     Awakes  a   thankful   Tongue  j 

How 


C     2?2     ) 

How  rich  he  fpreads  his  Royal  Board, 
And  blefs'd  the  Food,  and  fung. 

2.  Happy   the  Men  that  eat  this  Bread, 

But  doubly-blefs'd  was  he 
That   gently   bow'd  his  loving  Head, 
And  lean'd   it,  Lord   on  Thee. 

3.  By  Faith  the  fame  Delights  we  tafte 

As  that   great    Fav'rite  did, 
And  lit    and  lean  on  Jefus'  Breaft ; 
And   take   the  heav'nly  Bread.] 

4.  Down  from  the  Palace  of  the  Skies 

Hither  the  King  defcends, 
«  Come,  my  Beloved  eat  (he  cries) 
"  And   drink  Salvation,  Friends. 

£5.  "  My  Flefh  is  Food  and  Phyfick  too, 
"  A    Balm  for  all  your    Pains  ; 
«  And  the  red  Streams   of  Pardon  flow 
"  From  thefe  my  pierced  Veins."] 

6.  Hofanna   to  his   bounteous  Love 
For   fuch  a  Feaft  below  ! 
And  yet    he  feeds  his  Saints  above 
With  nobler    Bleflings    too. 

[7.  Come  the  dear  Day,   the  glorious  Hour, 
That   brings  our  Souls  to  reft  ! 
Then    we  fhall  need    thefe  Types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly   Feaft.] 

H   Y   M   N      CCLXXX. 

Verfeverance. 

1.   ry^HE   Sinner  that  by  precious  Faith, 
X     Has  felt  his   Sins  forgiv'n. 
Is,  from  that  Moment,  pafs'd  from  Death, 
And  feal'd  an  Heir   of  Heav'n. 

2.  Tho' 


C    kf3    ) 

2 .  Tho'  thoufand  Snares  enclofe  his  Feet, 

Not   one  fhall   hold  him  faft  ; 
Whatever    Dangers   he   may  meet, 
He  mall  get  fafe  at  laft. 

3.  Not  as   the  World  the  Saviour  given, 

He  is  no  fickle   Friend, 
Whom  once  he  Loves,  he  never  leaves  ; 
But  loves  him  to   the  End. 

4.  The  Spirit  that  would    this   Truth   withftand, 

Would    pull  God's    Temple  down, 
Wreft   Jefu's  Sceptre  from  his  Hand, 
And  fpoil   him  of  his  Crown. 

5.  Satan  might  then  full  Vict'ry  boaft 

The  Church  might  wholly    fall  ; 
If  one    Believer  may  be  loit, 
It  follows,  fo    may  all. 

6.  But   Chrift  in  ev'ry    Age  has  prov'd 

His  Purchafe    firm  and  true, 
If  this  Foundation  be  remov'd, 
What  mall   the  Righteous  do  ? 

7.  Brethren  by  this    your  Claim  abide, 

This  Title   to  your  Blifs  ; 
Whatever  Lofs   you  bear  befide, 
Oh,  never  give  up  this. 

H   Y   M   N      CCLXXXI. 

Tribulatio?it 

1.  rTn HE  Souls  that  would  to  Jefus  prefs, 

J-     Muft  fix  this  firm  and  fure  ; 
That    Tribulation,    more  or  lefs, 
They  mult  and  fhall   endure. 

2.  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt  ; 

'Tis  God's  own  wife  Decree, 

Satai* 


c  m  y 

Satan  the  weaken:   Saint  will  tempt. 
Nor  is   the  ftrongeft  free, 

3.  The  World  oppofes  from  without, 

And  Unbelief  within  ; 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  Load  of  Sin. 

4.  Glad   Frames  too  often  lift  us  up  ; 

And   then  how  proud  we  grow  ! 
'Till  fad    Defertion  makes  us   droop  ; 
And   down  we  fink  as  low. 

5.  Ten  Thoufand  Baits  the  Foes  prepares 

To  catch  the' wand'ring  Heart  ; 
And  feldom    do  we  fee  the  Snares, 
Before  we   feel    the    Smart. 

i>.  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 
Purfue   the  narrow  Path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with   ftedfalt  Eye 
And  fight  with  Hell  by  Faith. 

%  Tho'  we  are  feeble,  Chrifl:  is  ilrong, 
His   Promifes    are  true, 
We  mail   be  Couqu'rors  all  ere  long, 
And  more  than  Conqu'rors  too. 

H    Y    M    N      CCLXXXII. 

I.   nr^HE    one  thing  needful,  that  good  Part. 
A     Which  Mary  chofe  with  all  her  Heart, 
I  would  purfue  with  Heart  and  Mind, 
And  feek  unweary'  d  till  1  find. 

2,.  But,  oh  !  I'm  blind  and  Ignorant, 
The  spirit    of  the  Lord  I  want  ; 
To   guide  me  in  the  narrow  Road, 
That  leads  to   Hap  pine  fs  and  God. 

3,  O  Lord,  my  God   to  Thee  I  pray, 

Teach 


(    aw    ) 

Teach  me  to  know,  and  find    the  Way 
How    I  may  have  my  Sins  forgiv'n, 
And  fafe,  and  furely   get   to  Heav'n. 

4.  My  Mind  enlighten  with  thy  Light, 

That  I  may  underfland  aright 
The  glorious  Gofpel  Myftery, 
Which  fhews  the  Way  to  Heav'n  and    Thee. 

5.  Hidden    in  Chrift   the  Treafure  lies, 

That   goodly   Pearl    of  fo  great  Price  ; 
No    other  Way   but  Chriit,  there  is 
To  endlefs    Happinefs  and  Blils. 

6.  O  Jefus  Chriit,  my  Lord  and  God, 

Who   haft  redeem'd  me  by  thy  Blood; 
Unite  my   Heart  fo  fail  to  Thee, 
That   we  may  never  parted  be. 

H   Y    M   n      CCLXXXIII, 

f .   /~T~^HE  Saints  appear  to  tread  the  Court* 
JL      Of  their  dear  God   below; 
Behold  the  Multitude  reforts 
To  hear   the  Trumpet  blow. 

2.  Lord  God  appear  for  our  R.elief, 

What  can  we  do  alone  ? 
Come   Saviour,  banilh    Unbelief 
And  take  us  for  thine  cwn. 

3.  Our  Eyes  O  Lore!,  are  unto  thee, 

Aiiill  us,  Lord,  we  pray  ; 
O  may  thy  Spirit  Prefent  be  ! 
O  Lord,  thy  Power  difplay. 

4.  Jefus,   let   us  thy  Gofpel  hear, 

Teach  us  to  know  thy  Voice  ; 
Make  ev'ry  flubbom  Sinner  fear, 
And   all  thy    Saints  rejoice. 

5.  Come 


C    ^6    ) 

$,  Come   Lord,  nor  let  us  be  difmay'd  % 
Lord,  hear  thy  People  pray  ; 
And  let  thy  Mercy  be  difplay'd 
Amongft  us   here  this  Day. 

6.  May  Sinners  hear  thy  pow'rful  Call, 
And  thy  Salvation  fee  ; 
So  fhall  our  Hearts,  both  One  and  All, 
Sing   Songs  of  Praife  to  thee. 

HYMN       CCLXXXIV. 

F.   HT*  HE  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  appears, 
X     To  fet  in   Blood  no  more  ! 
Adore  the  fcatt'rer  of  your  Fears, 
Your  rifing  Sun  adore. 

3.  The    Saints,  when  he  refign'd  his  Breath, 
Unclos'd  their  fleeping  Eyes  ; 
He  breaks  again  the  Bands  of  Death, 
Again  the   Dead  arife. 

3.  Alone  the   dreadful  Race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  Wine-Prefe  trod  ; 
He   dy'd,  and  fuffer'd  as  a  Man, 
He   rifes  as  a   God. 

4.  In  vain  the  Stone,  the  Watch,  the  Seal, 

Forbid  an  early  Rile, 

To  him  who  breaks  the  Gates  of  Hell, 

And  opens     Paradife. 

HYMN      CCLXXXV. 

Frail  Life  and  fitccee  ding  Eternity. 

I.    ^T^HEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name  ! 
X     And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  Frame, 
What  dying  Worms  are  we  ! 

[2.  Out 


C     2^7     ) 

2.]  Our  wafting   Lives  grow  fhorter  (till, 
As   Months  and    Days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry   beating  PuTfe  we   tell, 
Leaves  but   the  Number  left. 

3.  The  Year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 

The  Breath  that   firft    it    gave  ; 
Whate'er    we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We  're  trav'ling  to  the  Grave.] 

4.  Dangers  ftand  thick  thro'  all  the  Ground, 

To  pufh  us  to   the  Tomb  ;    . 
And  fierce  Difeafes  wait  around, 
To   hurry    Mortals  home. 

5.  Good  God  !  on  what  a  (lender  Thread 

Hang    Everlafting  Things  ! 
Th'    Eternal  States    of  all  the   Dead 
Upon    Life's  feeble  Strings. 

6.  Infinite  Joy,  or  wretched  Woe, 

Attends   on  every  Breath  ; 
And   yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  Blink  of  Death  ! 

7.  Waken,  O   Lord,  our  drowfy  Senfe, 

To    walk  this   dang'rous  Road  ; 

And  if  our  Souls  are  hurry 'd  hence, 

May  they  be    found  with  God. 

HYMN      CCLXXXVL 

Death   a?id  immediate  Glory, 

1.  >  I  ^HERE  is  a  Houfe  not  made   with   Hands 

X      Eternal,  and  on  High, 
And  here  my  Spirit  waiting   ftands, 
'Till  God  fliall   bid  it   fly. 

2.  Shortly  this    Prifon  of  my  Clay 

Muft  be  diflblv'd   and  fall  j 

R  The 


C    *T8     ) 

Then,  O   my  Soul,  with  Joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  Call. 

3.  'Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  Grace, 

That   forms   thee   fit   for    Heav'ri; 
And  as    an  Earned  of  the  Place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4.  We  walk  by  Faith  of  Joys  to  come  ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  Word  ; 
But  while  the  Body  is  our  Home, 
We're   abfent  from  the   Lord. 

5.  'Tis   pleafant  to  believe  thy  Grace, 

But  we  had   rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent   from  the  Flefh, 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 

HYMN     CCLXXXVII. 

The  Martyrs  Glorified,  Rev.  vii.  1 3,  Sec. 

1.  npHESE    glorious    Minds   how  bright   they 

A     Whence  all  their  white  Array  ?     [fhine  ! 
How   came    they  to  the  happy  Seats 
j       Of  Everlafting  Day  ? 

2.  From  tort'ring  Pains  to  endlefs  Joys, 

On   fiery  Wheels  they  rode, 
And  ftrangely  waiTTd  their  Raiments  white 
In   Jefus   dying  Blood. 

t.  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 
And   bow  before  his  Throne  ; 
Their  warbling  Harps  and  facred   Songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4.  The  unveil' d  Glories  of  his  Face 
Amongft  his  Saints  refide, 
While  the  rich  Treafure  of  his  Grace 
See*  all  their   Wants  fupply'd. 

5.  Tor- 


C    *T9     ) 

5.  Tormenting  Thhft  mall  leave  their   Souls, 

And  Hunger  flee  as  faft ; 
The  Fruit  of  Life's  immortal  Tree 
Shall  be   their  fweet  Repaft. 

6.  The  Lamb  mall    lead  his  heav'nly  Flock 

Where  living  Fountains  rife, 
And  Love  Divine   mail  wipe  away 
The   Sorrows  of  their  Eyes. 

HYMN        CCLXXXVIII, 

Saints   dwell  in  Heaven,  or   Christ's  Afce7ifio?z. 

1.  >~"r~vHIS   fpacious  Earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

X      And   Men    and  Worms,    and  Beafts  and 
He  rais'd  the  Buildings   on  the  Seas,       [Birds  ; 
And  gave   it  for  their  Dwelling  Place. 

2.  But  there's  a   brighter  World  on  high, 

Thy   Palace,   Lord,  above  the  Skyf 
Who   mall   afcend  that  bleft  Abode  ? 
And  dwell  fo   near  his  Maker  God  ? 

3.  He  that  abhors  and  Fears   to  Sin, 

Whofe  Heart  is  pure,  whofe  Hands  are  clean, 
Him   fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  Clothe  his  Soul  with  Righteoufnefs. 

4.  Thefe  are  the  Men,  the  Pious  Race, 

That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  Face  ; 
They   mall    enjoy  the  blifsful  Sight, 
And  dwell   in   Everlaftinjr  Light. 

5.  Rejoice  ye  mining  Worlds  on    High, 

Behold  the    King  of  Glory's  nigh  ; 
Who   can    this   King  of  Glory  be^? 

The   Mighty   Lord,   the  Saviour's  He. 

6.  Ye  heav'nly    Gates,  your  Leaves  difplay 

To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  Way  ; 

R  2  Laden 


(    26o    ) 

Laden  with  Spoils  from  Earth  and  Hell, 
The    Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell, 

7.'  Rais'd  from  the  Dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  Heav'n's  Eternal  Door, 
To    give    his  Saints  a  bleft  Abode, 

Near   their  Redeemer   and  their  God. 

H   Y  M    N     CCLXXXIX. 

Jericho  ;    or  the  Waters  healed. 

I.    ^pHO'    Jericho  pleafantly   ftood, 

A     And  look'd  like  a  promifing  Soil  ; 
The  Harveft   produc'd  little   Food, 

To  anfwer  the    Hufbandman's  Toil  : 
The  Water   fome  Property  had, 

Which   poifbnous  prov'd  to  the   ground  ; 
The  Springs  were  corrupted  and  bad, 

The    Streams    fpread  a  Barremiefs  round. 

%.  But   foon  by  the   cruife  and  the  Salt, 

Prepar'd  by  Elifha's  Command, 
The    Water  was  cur'd  of  its  Fault 

And  Plenty  enriched  the  Land  : 
An  Emblem  fare  this  of  the  Grace 

On   fruitlefs  dead    Sinners  beftow'd  ; 
For  Man  is  in  Jericho's  Cafe, 

Till   cur'd   by  the   Mercy  of  God. 

3.  How  noble  a  Creature  he    feems  ! 

What   Knowledge,  Invention,  and  Skill  ! 
How  large  and  exienfive  his    Schrmes ! 

How  much  can  He  do  if  He  will  ! 
His  Zeal  to   be    learned   and    Wife, 

Will  yield  to   no  Limits  or  Bars  ; 
He  Meafnres  the  Earth  and  the  Skies, 

And    Numbers   and  Marfuals    the  Stars. 

4.  Yet   ftill    he  is  barren   of  Good  ; 


C     2<5r     ) 

In  vain   are  his    Talents  and  Art  ; 
For   Sin  has  infecfted  his  Blood, 

And  poifon'd  the  Streams  of  his  Heart: 
The    Cockatrice    Eggs  he  can  hatch, 

Or,  Spider-like,  Cobwebs  can  Weave  ; 
'Tis    Madnefs   to  Labour  and  Watch 

For  what  will  deftroy  and  deceive. 

5.  But  Grace,  like  the   Salt  in  the  Cruife, 

When  cad  in  the  Spring  of  the  Soul, 
A    wonderful  Change  will  produce, 

DifFufing  new  Life  thro'  the  Whole  : 
The   Wildernefs  blooms  like  a  Rofe, 

The  Heart  which  was  vile  and  abhorr'd, 
Now    fruitful  and  beautiful  grows, 

The  Garden    and  Joy    of   the  Lord. 

H    Y    M    N      CCXC. 

Longing   after  Chrift. 

I.    npHOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  and  mine, 

A     The  Joy,  and  Deiire  of  my  Heart  ; 
For  clofer    Communion   I  pine, 

I  long  to  re  fide  where  Thou  art  : 
The  Failure   I    Ianguifh  to  find, 

Where  all,  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  Bofom  reclin'd, 

Are  fcreen'd   from  the    Heat  of  the  Day* 

2.  Ah  !  ihew  me  that  happieft  Place, 

That   Place  of  thy  People's  Abode  ; 
Where    Saints   in  an  Extacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a   crucify'd  God  : 
Thy  Love  for  a  Sinner  declare, 

Thy    Paffion   and  Death  on  the  Tree  j 
My  'pint  to  Calvary  bear, 

To    fuffer,  and   Triumph  with    Thee. 

c.  'Tis   there  with  the  Lambs  of  thy  Flock, 

R  2  There 


(     262     ) 

There   only  I  covet  to  reft  ; 
To  He   at  the  Foot  of  the  Rock, 

Or  rife  to  be  hid  in  thy  Breaft  ; 
'Tis   there  I  wou'd  always  abide, 

And   never  a  Moment  depart, 
Conceal'd   in  the  Cleft  of  thy    Side, 

Eternally  held  in  thine  Heart. 

HYMN      CCXCI. 

An  Evcnhig  Song. 

[i.    npHOU    Sov'reign,  let  my  Ev'ning  Song 
A     Like    holy  Incenfe   rife  ; 
Aflift  the  OfPrings  of  my  Tongue 
To   reach    the  lofty   Skies. 

2.  Thro'    all  the   Dangers  of  the  Day 

Thy   Hand  was  {till  my  Guard, 
And  ltill   to  drive  my   Wants   away 
Thy  Mercy  ftood  prepar'd.] 

3.  Perpetual    Bleffings  from  above 

Encompafs   me   around, 
But  O  how  few  Returns  of  Love 
Hath  my   Creator   found! 

4.  What   have  I  done  for  him  that  dy'd 

To  fave    my  wretched  Soul  ? 
How    are  my   Follies    multiply'd, 
Fafl   as  the  Minutes   roll. 

5.  Lord,  with  this  guilty  Heart  of  mine, 

To    thy   dear   Crofs  I   flee, 
And    to  thy  Grace  my  Soul  rcfign, 
To  be  renew 'd  by  Thee. 

4.  Sprinkled  afrefh   with  pard'ning  Blood, 
I  lay  me   down  to  reft, 

As 


C   263   ) 

As   in  th'    Embraces  of  my  God, 
Or   on   my  Saviour's   Breaft. 

H   YM   N        CCXCIL 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

1.  rpHO'  Troubles    aflail, 

JL     And    Dangers  affright, 
Tho'    Friends  mould  all  fail, 

And  Foes  all  unite  ; 
Yet   one    Thing  Secures  us# 

Whatever   betide, 
The    Scripture    aflures  us, 

<<  The  Lord  will  provide." 

2.  The   Birds  without  barn 
Or    Storehoufe    are  fed, 

From  them  let  us  learn 

To  truft  for  our    Bread  : 
His  Saints,  what  is  fitting, 

Shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  'tis   written 

"  The  Lord  will  provide," 

3.  We  may,  like   the  Ships, 
By   Tempefts  be  toft 

On  perilous   Deeps, 

But    cannot  be   loft  : 
Tho'    Satan  enrages 

The  Wind   and   the  Tide, 
The    Promife    engages, 

"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

4.  His  Call  we  obey 
Like  Abra'm  of  old, 

Not  knowing  our  Way, 

But  Faith  makes  us  bold  ; 
For  tho'  we  are  Strangers 

We  have  a  good  Guide, 

R  4  And 


C   264    ) 

And  truft  in  all  Dangers, 
"  The   Lord  will  provide.*' 

5.  When  Satan   appears 
To  ftop   up  our   Path 

And   fills  us  with  Fears,' 
We   Triumph   by  Fai^i  ; 

He  cannot  take  from  us, 
Tho'   oft'  he  has  try'd, 

This    Heart  cheering  Promife, 
"  The  Lord  will   provide." 

6.  He  tells  us   we're  weak, 
Our    Hope  is  in  vain, 

The   Good  that    we  feek 
We  ne'er  fhall  obtain  ; 

But  when  fuch  Suggeftions 
Our  Spirits  have  ply'd, 

This   anfwers  all  Queftions, 
"  The  Lord   wilf  provide." 

7.  No    Strength  of  our  own, 
Or  Goodnefs  we  claim, 

Yet  fince  Ave  have   known 
The  Saviour's  great  Name, 

In   this  our  ftrong   Tower 
For  Safety  we  hide, 

The   Lord  is  our  Power, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide.'* 

8 .  When  Life  finks  apace, 
And    Death  is  in  View, 

This    Word  of  his   Grace 
Shall  Comfort  us   thro'  ; 

No  Fearing  or   Doubting 
With    Chrift  on  our  Side, 

We  hope   to    die  fliouting, 
•«  The    Lord  will  provide.'5 


HYMN 


C    26?    ) 
HYMN    CCXCIII. 

Agur's    W'tjhy  Proverbs,  xxx.  7,  £,  o. 
j.   ^"lp»HUS  Agur  breath'd  his  warm  Defire  : 
X,      "  My  God,  two  Favors  I  require, 
u  In  neither  my  Requeft  deny, 
4i  Vouchafe   them  both  before  I  die. 

2.  *'  Far  from  my  Heart  and  Tents  exclude 

•'  Thofe  Enemies  to  all  that's  Good, 

"  Folly,  whofe  Pleafures  end  in  Death, 

"  And*  Falfhood's    peftilential  Breath  : 

3.  <<  Be  neither  Wealth  nor  Want  my  Lot  ; 

"  Below  the  Dome,  above  the  Cot, 
u  Let  me  my  Life  unanxious  lead, 
"  And  know  not  Luxury   nor  Need.'* 

4.  Thefe  Wifhes,  Lord,  we  make  our  own 

O   fhed  in  Moderation  down 

Thy    Bounties,   'till  this  Mortal  Breath, 

Expiring   Tunes  thy  Praife  hi  Death ! 

5.  But  fhould'ft  thou  large  Pcueffions  give, 

May   we  with  Thankfulnefs  receive 
The  Good   and — ftill   our  God  adore, 
And   blefs  the  Needy  from  our  Store. 

{>.  Or  mould  we  feel  the  Pains  of  Want, 
Submiffion,  Relignation  grant, 
Till   thou  malt   fend   the    wifh'd  Supply, 
Or  call   us  to  the    Blifs   on  high. 

HYMN  CCXCIV. 

An  Evening   Hyrnn. 

*•  r  I  \HUS   far   the   Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his    Pow'r  prolongs  my  Days 
And   ev'ry    Ev'ning  {hall  make    known 
SomC    freih   Memorial  of  his    Grace. 

R  5  2.  Much 


C    266    ) 

2.  Much   of  my   Time  has  run  to  wafte, 

And   I  perhaps   am   near  my  Home  ; 

But  he  forgives  my  Follies   paft, 

He  gives  me  Strength  for  Days  to  come. 

3.  1  lay  my  Body  down  to  fleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  Pillow  for  my  Head  ; 
While  well-appointed  Angels  keep 
Their  watchful  Stations  round  my  Bed* 

4.  In  vain  the  Sons  of  Earth  or  Hell 

Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  Things  ; 
My  God  in  Saf'ty  makes   me    dwell 
Beneath   the  Shadow  of  his  Wings. 

[*$.  Faith  in  his    Name   forbids  my  Fear  : 
O   may  thy  Prefence   ne'er  depart  !  m 
And  in  the   Morning  make  me  hear 
The    Love   and  Kindnefs   of  thy  Heart. 

6.  Thus  when  the   Night  of  Death  fhall   come, 
My  Flefh   mall  reft  beneath  the  Ground, 
And  wait  thy   Voice  to  roufe  my  Tomb, 
With  fweet  Salvation  in  the  Sound.  ] 

HYMN       CCXCV. 

Coddweliswith  the  Humble  and  Penitent  Ifa.  57,  15.16. 

1.  'T^HUS  faith  the  High  and  lofty  One, 

X     * '  I  fit  upon  my  holy    Throne  ; 
"  My  Name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  High, 
"  Dwell   in  my  own  Eternity. 

2.  "  But  I  defcend  on  Worlds  below, 

"  On    Earth  I  have  a   Manfion   too; 
"  The  humble  Spirit  and  contrite 
"  Is   an  Abode  of  my  Delight. 

3.  "  The   humble  Soul  my  Words  revve, 
"  1  bid  the  mourning  Sinner  live  ; 

Heal 


C   267    ) 

"  Heal  all  the  broken    Hearts  I  find, 
"  And    eafe  the  Sorrows  of  the  Mind. 

£4.  "  When  I  contend  againft  their    Sin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been ; 

"  But  mould  my  Wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 

"  Their  Souls  would  link  beneath  my  Stroke/' 

5.  O  may  thy  pard'ning  Grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  ihould  faint,  defpair  and  die ! 
Thus  mall  our  better  Thoughts  approve 
The  Methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  Love.] 

H    Y   M   N.     CCXCVI, 

After  Baptifm. 

1.  '  B  '^HUS  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd 

X     In  Jordan's  fwelling  Flood  : 
Thus  one  Day  alfo  was  baptiz'd 
In  Tears,  and.  Sweat,    and  Blood. 

2.  Thus  was  his  f acred  Body  laid 

Beneath  the  yielding  Wave  : 
Thus  was  his  facred  Body  rais'd 
Out  of  the  liquid   Grave. 

3.  The  myftick  Rite  his  Death  defcrib'd; 

His  Burial  did  forefhew, 
The  Quick'ning  of  his  facred  Flefh  ; 
His  Refurrection  too. 

4.  Lord,  thy  own  Precept  we  obey  ; 

In  thy  own  Footfteps  tread  ; 
We  die  ;  are  buried  ;  rife  with  thee 
From  Regions  of  the  Dead. 

5.  Spirit   of  Grace,  and   Truth,   and  Love, 

Thy  Pow'r  on  us  difplay  ; 
approve  our  Arts,  and  feal  our  Souls 
To  the  Redemption  Day. 

KYMN 


C    268    ) 
HYMN       CCXCVII. 

Defire  of  Knowledge:    Or,  The  Teaching  of  the  Spirit 
with  the  Word. 

1.  rT"lHY  Mercies  fill  the   Earth,  O   Lord, 

J-     How  good  thy  Works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  Eyes  to  read  thy  Word, 
And  fee  thy   Wonders  there. 

2.  My  Heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  Hand, 

My   Service  is  thy  Due  ; 
O  make  thy  Servant  underiland 
The  Duties  he  mail  do. 

3.  Since  I'm  a  Stranger  here   below, 

Let  not  thy  Path  be   hid  j 
But  mark  the  Road  my   Feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  Guide. 

4.  When  I  confefs'd  my  wandVmg  Ways, 

Thou  heard'it  my  Soul  complain ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings   of  thy  Grace, 
Or  I  mall  flray  again. 

5.  If  God  to  me  his  Statutes  mew, 

And  heav'nly   Truths   impart, 

His  Work  for  Ever   I'll   purfue, 

His  Law  fhall  rule  my  Heart. 

6.  This   was  my  Comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety   of  Grief  ; 
It  made  me   learn  thy  Word   the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

[7.  In  vain  the  Proud  deride  me  now  ; 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  Law, 
Nor  let  that   blened   Gofpel  go, 
Whence  all  my   Hopes   I  draw. 

t.  When  I  have  learn 'd  my  Father's  Will, 
I'll   teach  the  World  his  Ways  j 

My 


C    '269    ) 

My  thankful  Lips,  infpir'd  with  Zeal 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  Praife.] 

H   y    M    1ST       CCXCVIU, 

1.  *>f  ■"  MS  a  Point  I  long  to  know, 

X     Oft  it  caufes   anxious  Thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  His,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2.  If  I  love,  why  am    I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs   Frame  I 
Hardly,  Aire,  can  they  be  worfe, 
Wo  have  never  heard  his  Name  ! 

3.  Could  my  Heart  fo  hard  remain, 

Pray'r  a  Talk   and  Burden  prove  ; 
Ev'ry  XriAe  gives  me  Pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  Love  ? 

4.  When  I  turn  my  Eyes  within, 

All  is  Dark,  and  Vain   and  Wild  ; 
Fill'd   with   Unbelief  and  Sin, 
Can  I   deem  myfelf  a  Child  I 

J.  If  I   pray,    or  hear,    or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd    with  all  I  do  j 
You  that  Love  the  Lord   indeed. 
Tell  me,  Is   it  thus   with  you  ? 

6.  Yet  I  mourn,   my  irubborn  Will, 

Find  my  Sin  a  Grief  and  Thrall  ; 
Should  I  grieve   for  what   I   feel, 
If  I   did   not  love   at  all  ? 

7.  Could  I   joy  his  Saints   to    meet, 

Choofe  the  Ways   I  once  abhorr'd, 
Find  at  Times,  the   promifc   Sweet, 
If  I  did  not   love  the  Lord  ? 

F>.  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  Cafe  ! 

Thou, 


(     27°     ) 

Thou,  who  art  thy  People's  Sun  ; 
Shine  upon  thy   Work  of  Grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9.  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love   at  all,   I  pray  ; 
If  I   have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help   me  to  begin  to   Day. 

HYMN      CCXCIX, 

Lord's  Day  Morning, 

1.  rnpO  DAY   God  bids  the  Faithful  reft, 
To  Day  he   ihow'rs  his   Grace  ■> 
"  Seek  ye  my  Face,"   the  Lord  hath  faid 
Lord,  we  will  leek  thy   Face. 

3.  Come,  let  us  leave   the  Things  on  Earth, 
With  God's    AiTembly  join  ; 
Lo  !  Heav'n  defcends  to  welcome   Man, 
To  tafte  the  Things  divine  ! 

3.  We  come,  dear  Saviour,   lo  !  we   come, 

Lord   of  our  Life  and  Soul  ; 
We   come  difeas'd,  and  faint,  and  fick, 
Be  pleas'd  to  make  us  whole. 

4.  We   third,    and  fly  to  thee,  O  Lord, 

Thou  Fountain- Read  of  Good; 
Filthy  we  come,  and  all  Unclean, 
O  cleanfe  us  in  thy   Blood. 

5.  O  may  we  pleafe  our  God  to  day, 

May  that  be  all  our  Care  ! 
Give,   Lord,   thy  Grace,  left  evil   Thoughts 
Shoidd  mingle  in   our  Pray'r. 

6.  Amid   th'  Aflc-mbly   of  thy  Saints, 

Let  us  be  faithful  found  ; 

And 


C   271    ) 

And  let  us  join  in  humble  Pray'r, 
And  in  thy  Praife    abound. 

7.  Let  thy  good  Spirit  help  our  Souls, 
With  Faith  thy  Word  to  hear  ; 
Be  with  us  in  thy  Temple,  Lord. 
And  let  us  find  the  near. 

H    Y   M   N       CCC. 

A  Prayer  for  Perfons  joined  In  Fellow/hip. 

1.  rpRY  us,  O  God,   and  fearch    the  Ground 

I         Of  every  finful   Heart, 

Whate'er  of  Sin  in  us  is  found 
O  bid  it  all    depart. 

2.  When  to  the   Right   or   Left  we  ftray. 

Leave  us  not   comfortlefs, 
But  guide  our  Feet  into  the  Way 
Of  everlafting  Peace. 

3.  Help  us   to  help   each  other  Lord, 

Each  others  Crofs  to  bear  ; 

Let  each  his   friendly  Aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  Brother's  Care. 

4.  Help  us  to  build   each  other  up, 

Our  little   Stock  improve, 
Increafe  our  Faith,  confirm   our  Hope, 
And  perfect  us  in   Love. 

5.  Up   into   thee  the   living  Head, 

Let   us  in   all  Things   grow, 
Till   thou  haft  made  us   free  indeed, 
And  fpotlefs  here  below. 

6.  Then  when  the  mighty  Work  is  wrought 

Receive  thy  ready   Bride, 
Give  us  in  Heav'n  a  happy  Lot, 
With  all  the  Sanctify 'd. 

HYMN 


C     272     ) 
HYMN      CCCI. 

TWO  are  better  far  then  One 
For  Counfel  or  for  Fight ; 
How  can  One  be   warm   alone  ? 
Or  ferve  his  God  aright  ? 
Join  we  then  our  Hearts  and  Hands  : 

Each  to  love  provoke  his   Friend  ; 
Run  the  Way  of  his   Commands, 
And  keep  it  to  the  End. 

Wo   to   him  whofe  Spirits    droop  ! 

To  him  who  falls   alone  ! 
He  has  none  to  lift  him  up, 

To   help  his  Weaknefs  on  : 
Happier  we  each  other  keep; 

We  each  others    Burthens,  bear, 
Never  need  our  Footfteps  flip, 

Upheld  by  mutual   Pray'r. 

Who  of  Twain  has  made  us  One, 

Maintains  our  Unity  : 
Jefus  is  the  Cornerftone, 

In   whom    we  all   agree  : 
Servants  of  One  common  Lord, 

Sweetly  of  One  Heart  and  Mind, 
Who  can  break  a  threefold  Cord 

Or  part  whom  God  hath  join'd  ? 

Oh  that  all  with  us  might  prove 

The  Fellowfliip   of  Saints ! 
Find  fupply'd    in  Jefu's  Love 

What   ev'ry   Member   Wants  ! 
Grafp   our  high  Callings   prize  ! 

Feel   our    Sins  on    Earth    forgiv'n ! 
lUfe,  in  his   Whole   Image   rife, 

And  meet  our  Head  in  Heav'n  ; 


HYMN 


C   273   ) 

H    Y    M    N        CCCII. 

God     our  Prsferver. 

UPWARD    I  life   mine  Eyes, 
From  God  is  all   my    Aid  ; 
The   God   that   built   the    Skies, 
And    Earth  and   Nature  made  ; 
God    is   the  Tow'r 
To    which   I  fly  ; 
His  Grace   is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  Hour. 

My  Feet  fhall   never   Aide, 
And   fall    in   fatal  Snares, 
Since    GoD,  my  Guard  and  Guide, 
Defends   me   from    my  Fears, 
Thofe   wakeful    Eyes, 
That    never   fleep, 
Shall   Ifrael  keep 
When    Dangers  rife. 

No    burning  Heats    by  Day, 

Nor  Blafts  of  evening  Air, 
Shall    take   my  Health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou   art    my  Sun, 
And   thou    my   Shade 
To    guard  my    Head, 
By  Night    or  Noon. 

Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  Word 

To    fave  my  Soul   from  Death  ? 
And    I  can  rrult    my   Lord 
To   keep  my   Mortal  Breath  ; 
I'll    go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on    High 
Thou   call  me  Home, 

S  HYMN 


C     274    ) 
HYMN       CCCIIL 

Death. 

1.  "X7AIN  Man  thy  fond  Purfuils  forbear; 

V     Repent  ;  thy  End   is  nigh, 
Death   at  the  fartheft  can't  be  far  ; 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2.  Reflect,  thou  haft  a  Soul  to  fave, 

Thy  Sins   how  high  they  Mount  ! 
What  are  thy    Hopes  beyond  thy  Grave  i 
How  Hands  that  dark  Account  ! 

3.  Death   enters,  and  there's   no  Defence, 

His   Time  there's  none  can  tell, 
He'll   in  a  Moment   call   thee  hence, 
To    Heaven   or  to  Hell. 

4.  Thy    Flefh,  perhaps  thy    chiefeil  Care, 

Shall   crawling  Worms  conlume, 
But  ah,  Deflruction  flops  not  there; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the   Tomb  ! 

5.  To  Day,  the  Gofpel  calls,  to  Day  : 

Sinners,  it  fpeaks  to  You  ; 
Let   ev'ry   one  forfake  his  Way, 
And   Mercy  will    enfue, 

6.  Rich  Mercy,  dearly  bought  with  Blood, 

How  vile   foe'er   he  be, 
Abundant  Pardon,  Peace  with  God  ; 
All  giv'n  entirely  free. 


HYMN 


H    Y   M   N      CCCIV. 

T#£    Church,  ths  Garden  of  Ghrift,  Sol.  Song  iv.  1 2, 
13,  15,  *«</  v.  1. 

1.  ^"X/E   are  a  Garden  wall'd   around, 

VV    Clio  fen    and  made  peculiar  Ground  ; 
A    little   Spot,  enclos'd  by  Grace, 
Out  of  the  World's    wild  Wildernefs. 

2.  Like   Trees  of  Myrrh  and   Spice  we  Hand, 
Planted   by  God  the  father's    Hand; 
And  all  his    Springs    in   Sion  flow, 

To  make   the  young    Plantation   grow. 

3.  Awake,  O  heav'n]y  Wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  Garden  of  Perfume  ; 
Spirit    Divine  !  defcend  and  breathe 
A  gracious    Gale  on  Plants  beneath , 

4.  Make  our  heft  Spices  flow   abroad 
To    entertain  our    Saviour    God  : 

And   Faith,  and  Love,  and  Joy  appear^ 
And  ev'ry  Grace  be  active    here. 

£5.  Let  my  Beloved  come  and  taftc 

His  pleafant  Fruits  at  his  own  Feaft; 
I  come,  my  Spoufe,  I  come,  he  cries, 
With  Love  and  Pleafure  in  his   Eyes. 

6.  Our   Lord  into  his  Garden  comes, 

Well  pleas'd  to  fmell  our  poor  Perfume?, 
And   calls    us  to  a  Feaft  Divine, 
Sweeter  than  Honey,  Milk,  or  Wine. 

7.  Eat  of  the   Tree  of  Life  my  Friends, 
The  Bleflings  that  my  Father  fends ; 
Your  Tafte  mall  all  my  Dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  Love. 

S  2  8.  jefus 


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8 .  Jefus,   we  will  frequent  thy  Board, 
And   fing  the    Bounties  of  our   Lord  : 
But   the  rich   Food  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  more  Praife  than  Tongues  can  give.]} 

H    Y   M    N      CCCV. 

1.  TT7E  blefs  the  Father   and  the  Son, 

V V  We  blefs  the  Holy  Ghoit.  likewife  ; 
We    praife  the    facred  Three  in  One, 

Who    made  our   Souls  from   Sin  to  rife. 

2.  Thy  facred   Precepts  we   receive, 

O   Lord  we  blefs  thy  holy   Name, 

That   thou  mould   ever  give  us  Leave, 

And  charge  us  to  obey   the    fame. 

3.  It   is   an   Honour  to   obey, 

Thy  great  Commands  before  all  Men 
So   we   have  trod  the  wat'ry    Way, 
For  in  the  Water  Christ  hath  been. 

4.  This   Ordinance    O    Lord  w  keep, 

According    to     thy  wife  Defign  ; 
Lord   may  we  walk  among  thy  Sheep  ; 
We  feek   no  other  Fold  but   thine. 

$.  Lord  guide  us   by  thy  Counfcl  here, 
Till   we  this   gloomy   Vale   have  paft  ; 
Save  us  from  Sin,  fave    us  from  Fear, 
And  bring  us  to  thyielf  at  Iaft. 

H  y  m   N     cccvi. 

Travelling  in  Birth  for  Souls. 

T.  XT/U^T   contradictions  meet 
VV       ln    Minifters    Employ  ! 
It  is  a  bitter  Sweet, 
A  Sorrow  full  of  Joy  : 

Km 


C    *77    ) 

No  other  Poft  affords  a  Place 
For  equal  Honour,   or    Difgrace  I 

2,  Who  can  defcribe   the  Pain 

Which  faithful  Preachers  feel ; 
Conftraiii'd  to  fpeak,  in  vain, 

To  Hearts  as  hard  as  Steel  ? 
Or  who  can  tell  the  Pleafures  felt, 
When  ftubborn  Hearts  begin  to  melt  ? 

3.  The  Saviour's  dying  Love, 

The   Soul's  amazing  Worth, 
Their  utmoft    Efforts    move, 

And  draw  their  Bowels  forth : 
They  pray  and  Strive,  their  Reft  departs, 
Till  Chrift  be  form'd  in  Sinners  Hearts. 

4    If  fome  fmall  Hope  appear, 

They  ftill   are  not  content ; 
But  with  a  jealous  Fear, 

They  watch   for  the  Event  •. 
Too  oft  they  find  their  Hopes  deceiv'd, 
Then,  how  their  inmoft  Souls  are  griev'di 

5.  But  when  their  Pain  fucceed. 
And  from  the  tender  Blade 
The  rip'ning  Ears  proceed, 

Their  Toils  are  overpaid  : 
No  harveft  joy  can  equal  theirs, 
To  find  the  Fruit  of  all  their  Cares. 

(u  On  what  has  now  been  fown 

Thy  Bleffing,   Lord   beftow  ; 
The  Pow'r  is   thine  alone, 

To  make  it  fpring  and  grow  : 
Do  thou  the  gracious  Harveft  raife, 
And  thou,  alone,  malt  have  the  Praife. 


S  3  HYMN. 


C   273    ) 
HYMN     CCCVH.. 

Christ's   Humiliation  and  Exaltation. 

1 .  ^17  HAT  equal  Honours  fhall  we  bring 

W  To  thee  O   Lord  our  God  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  Notes  that  Angels  fing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  Name  i 

2.  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  flain, 

The   t  rince  of  Peace  that  groand  and  dy'd 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  Side. 

3.  Pow'r  and  Dominion  are  his  Due, 
Who  flood  condemned  at  Pilate's   Bar, 
Wifdom  belongs  lo   Jefus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  Madnefs  here. 

4.  All  Puches  are  his  native  Right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  Lois  ; 
To  him  alcribe  eternal  Might, 
Who  left  his  Weaknefs  011  the  Crofs: 

5.  Honour  immortal  mutt  be  paid, 
Inltead  of  Scandal  and  of  Scorn  : 
While  Glory  mines  around  his  Head, 
And  a  bright  Crown  without  a  Thorn. 

6.  Bleffirtgs  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who   Lore  the  Curfe  for  wretched  Men : 
Let  Angels  found  his   facred    Name, 
And  ev'ry  Creature  fay,  Amen. 

H    Y    M     N     CCCVIIT. 

The  Bufmfs  and  Blejfsdnefs  of  glorified  Spirit, 
Rev.  vii.  13.  14.  15.  &c. 

I.   TTTHAT  happy  Men.  or  Angels,  tliefe 
VV  That  all  their  Robes  are  Ipotlefs  white 

W hence 


C     279     ) 

Whence  did  this  glorious  Troop  arrive 
At  the  pure  Realms  of  heav'nly  Light  ? 

2.  From  torteriiig  Racks,  and  burning  Fires, 
And  Seas  of  their  own  Blood  they  came : 
But  nobler  Blood  has  wafh'd  there  Robes, 
Flowing  from  Chrift  the   dying  Lamb. 

3.  Now    they   approach  th'    Almighty's    Throne 
With  loud  Hofannas    Night  and  Day, 

Sweet  Anthems  to  the  great  Three  -  One, 
Meaiure  their  blefs'd  Eternity. 

4.  No  more  mall  Hunger  pain  their  Souls  : 
He  bids  their  parching   Thhft  be  gone; 
And  fpreads  the  Shadow  of  his  Wings, 
To  fcreen  them  from  the  fcorching   Sun. 

5.  The  Lamb  that  fills   the  middle  Throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his   milder  Beams; 
There  fhall  they   feaft  on  his  rich  Love, 
And   drink  full   Joys  from   living  Streams. 

d.  Thus  fhall  their  mighty   Blifs  renew, 
Through  the  vail  Round  of  endlefs  Years, 
And  the  foft  Hand  of  fov'reign  Grace 
Heals  all  their  Wounds,  and  wipes  their  Tears. 

H   Y    M    IS       CCCIX 

The  Trhmiph  of  Chrift  over  the  Enemies  of  his  Church, 
Ifa.  lxiii,  1,2,  3,  &c. 

1.  \JT7^AT  mighty  Man,  or  mighty  God,  * 

y  V    Comes  traveling  in  State 
Along  the  Idumean   R.oad, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  Gate  ! 

2.  The  Glory  of  his  Robes  proclaim 

'Tis  fome   victorious    King  : 
"  'Tis   I,    the  juit,   th'  Almighty  One, 

"  That  your  Salvation  bring.  S  4         3. 


C     2gO     ) 

3.  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  Saints  inquire, 

Why   thine    Apparel's   red  ? 
And  all  thy  Vefture  itain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  Wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4.  I  by  my  felf  have   trod  the  Prefs, 

And   crufh'd  my  Foes  alone  ; 
"  My  Wrath  hath  ftruck  the  Rebels   dead, 
''  My  Fury  ftamp'd  them  down. 

5.  "  'Tis  Edoms  Blood  that  dyes  my  Robes 

"  With    joyful   Scarlet  Stains 
"The  Triumph  that  my  Raiment  wears, 
"  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  Veins. 

6.  "  Thus  mail  the  Nations   be   deftroy'd, 

"  That  dare  infult  my   Saints ; 
"  I   have  an  Arm  t' avenge  their  Wrongs, 
"  An  Ear   for  their   Complaints/' 

HYMN      CCCX. 

Vows  viade  in  Trouble  paid  in  the  Churchy    or  public 
Thanks  for   private  Deliverance, 

1.  TI  7  HAT    mail  I  render  to  my  God, 

VV    For  all  his  Kindnefs  mown  ? 
My  Feet  fhall   vifit  thine  Abode, 
My   Songs  addrefs   thy  Throne. 

2.  Among  the  Saints  that  fill  thine  Houfe 

My   off' rings  mail  be  paid  ; 
There   mail   my    Zeal   perform  the  Vows, 
My  Soul  in  Anguifh  made. 

3.  How  much  is    Mercy   thy  Delight, 

Thou   ever  blefTcd   Gor>  ! 
How  dear  thy  Servants  in    thy  Sight  ! 
How    precious   is  their  Blood  ! 

4.  How  happy  all    thy   Servants  are  ! 

How 


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How   great   thy  Grace  to  me  ! 
My   Life,  which  thou   haft  made  thy  Care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5.  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor   mall   my   Purpofe   move  ; 
Thy   Hand  hath   loos'd  my    Bonds  of  Pain, 
And    bound   me  with  thy  Love. 

6.  Here  in    thy  Courts  I   leave  my  Vow, 

And   thy  rich  Grace   record  ; 
Witnefs,  ye  Saints,  who  hear  me  how, 
If  I  forfake  the    Lord  . 

H   Y     M   N    CCCXI. 

What    think  ye    ofChnfi. 

1.  TTCTHAT  think  you  of  Chrift  f  is    the  Teft 

V  V   To  try  both  your  State  and  your  Scheme , 
You  cannot   be   right  in  the  Reft, 

Unlefs   you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jefus  appears  in   your   View, 

As  he  is  beloved  or   not  ; 
So   God  is  difpofed   to  you 

And   Mercy  or  Wrath   are  your  Lot. 

2.  Some  take  him   a  Creature  to  be, 

A   Man,  or   nn   Angel    at  moft  ; 
Sure  thefe    have  not   Feelings  like  me, 

Nor   know  themfelves  wretched  and  loft : 
So    Guilty,  fo  Helplefs,  am  I, 

I  durft  not   confide  in  his  Blood, 
Nor  on  his  Protection  rely, 

Unlefs   I  were  fure  he   is  God. 

3.  Some  ftile   him  The  Pear]  of  great  Price, 

And    fay,  "  He's  the  Fountain  of  Joys  ;" 
Yet   feed  upon  Folly  and    Vice, 

And    cleave   to   the  World  and  its  Toys : 
Like  Judas  the  Saviour  they  kifs, 

And  while   they  falute   him   betray  ; 

S  <r  Ah! 


C     2.g2     ) 

Ah  !  what  will  Profeffion  like  this 
Avail  in  his    terrible   Day  ? 

4.  If  afk'd,  what   of  Jefus  I    think  ? 

Tho'   ftill   my  belt  Thoughts  are  but  poor  ; 
I   fry,  He's  my  Meat  and  my  Drink, 

My  Life,  and  my  Strength,  and   my  Store  : 
My    Shepherd,  my  Hulband^  my  Friend, 

My   Saviour  from  Sin  and  from  Thrall ; 
My  Hope  from  Beginning  to   End, 

My   Portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

HYMN  CCCXII. 

Exhortation  to    Prayer 

1.  "\"I7HAT   various  Hindrances  we  meet 

V  V    In   coming   to  a  Mercy   Seat  ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  Worth   of  Pray'r, 

But  wifhes  to  be  often  there. 

2.  Pray'r  makes   the   dark'ned    Cloud  withdraw, 

Pray'r   climbs  the  Ladder  Jacob  faw ; 
Gives   exercife   to   Faith    and  Love, 
Brings   ev'ry  jSleffing  from    above, 

3.  Reftraming  Pray'r  we  ceafe  to  fight  ; 

Pray'r  makes  the  Chriftian's  Armour  bright ; 
And  Satan   trembles,  when  he  fees 
The  weaken:  Saint  upon   his  Knees. 

4.  Wliile    Mofes  ftood  with   Arms  fpread  wide, 

Succefs  was  found   on  Ifrael's  Side  (&)  ; 
Bnt  when  thro'    Wearineis  they  fail'd, 
That  Moment   Amalek  prevaiFd. 

5.  Have  you  no  Words  ?  Ah,  think   again, 

Words  flows  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill    your    Fellow  Creatures  Far 
With  the  fad    Tale  of  all  your  Care. 

o.  Were 
(  e  )  Exo!.  xaU    it. 


C    283    ) 

6.  Were  half  the   Breath  thus  vainly  fpent, 
To   Heav'n   in    Supplication  lent  ! 
Your  cheerful    Song  would  oft'ner  be, 
"  Hear  what  the   Lord  has  done  for    me. 

H    Y   M   N       CCCXIII. 

Gratitude  to   Cod, 

1.  TT7HEN    all  thy    Mercies,  O  my  God, 

VV    My    riling  Soul   furveys  ; 
Tranfported  with  the    View  I'm   left 
In   Wonder,   Love,   and  Praife. 

2 .  O  how  mall    Words  with   equal  Warmth 

The  Gratitude   declare, 
Which  glows  within   my    ravifh'd    Heart  ? 
But   thou   canft  read  it  there. 

3.  Thy    Providence  my  Life  fuftain'd, 

And  all   my  Wants  redrefs'd, 
When  in   the   Silent  Womb  I  lay, 
And   hung  upon  the  Breaft. 

4.  To   all  my   weak  Complaints  and  Cries, 

Thy    Mercy  lent  an    Ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  Thoughts   had  learn'd 
To  form  themfelvcs  in    Pray'r. 

5.  Unnumber'd    Comforts  on  my  Soul 

Thy    tender   Care   bcflow'd, 
Before  my  infant  Heart  conceiv'd 

From  whence  thofe  Comforts  fiow'd. 

6.  When   in  the    flipp'ry   Path   of  Youth 

With    heedlefs  Steps  I  ran, 
Thine  Arm   unfeen  convej^'d   me  fafe, 
And    led  me    up   to  Man. 

7.  Thro'    hidden  Dangers,  Toils,  and   Deaths, 

It   gent]y  clear'd  my   Way  1 

And 


C    284    ) 

And  thro'   the  pleafing  Snares  of  Vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

$.  When  worn  with  Sicknefs,  oft  haft  thou 
With    Health  renew'd  my  Face  ; 
And,   when  in  Sins  and   Sorrows  funk 
Revived  my   Soul   with  Grace. 

o.  (  Thy  bounteous  Hand  with  worldly   Blifs 
Hath  made  my    Cup  run  o'er, 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  Friend 
Has   doubled  all  my   Store.) 

10.  Ten  Thoufand  Thoufand  precious  Gifts 

My  daily    Thanks  employ; 
Nor  is    the  leaft  a  chearful  Heart, 
That  taftes  thofe    Gifts  with   Joy. 

11.  Thro'   ev'ry  Period  of  my   Life, 
Thy   Goodnefs    I'll  purfue  ; 

And  after  Death   in  diftanfc  Worlds, 
The  glorious   Theme  renew. 

12.  When  Nature  fails,  and   Day  and  Night 

Divide   thy   Works  no  more, 
My   ever  grateful  Heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy    Mercy  fhall   adore. 

13.  Thro*  all   Eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful   Seng   I'll  raife ; 
For  oh !  Eternity    alone 
Can    utter  all  thy  Praife. 

HYMN       CCCXIV. 

Difficulties,   in  the  Way  of  Duty ,  fur  mounted—Hinder 
vie  not.  Gen.  xxiv,  56.  II 


[i- 


WHEN  Abraham's  Servant  to  procure 
A   Wife  for  Ifaac  went, 

He 
J]  This  Hymn  may   begin  at  the  6th  Verfe\ 


C     2S?      ) 

He  met   Rebekah — told  his  Wifli,— — 
Her  Parents  gave  Confent. 

2.  Yet,  for  ten  Days,    they  urg'd  the  Man 

His    Journey  to  delay  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  he  quick  reply 'd. 
Since  God  hath  crown'd  my  Way. 

3.  'Twas  thus  I  cry',  when  Christ  the  Lord, 

My    Soul  to  him  did   wed  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  nor  Friends   nor  Foes, 
Since  God  my  Way  hath  fped. 

4.  Stay  fays  the  World  and   tafte   awhile 

My  every  pleafant  Sweet  ; 
Hinder   me   not,  my   Soul  replies  ; 
Becaufe   the   Way   is  great. 

£.  Stay  Satan  my  old  Mafter   cries, 
Or    Force   mall    thee  detain  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  I  will  be  gone, 
My   God    has  broke  thy  Chain.] 

6.  In  all  my  Lord's   appointed  Ways, 

My   Journey    I'll   purfue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye   much-lov'd    Saints 
For  I   mufl  go    with  you. 

7.  Thro'    Floods  and  Flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll   follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinc|er  me  not',  fhall  be   my  Cry, 
Tho'    Earth   and   Hell  oppofe. 

8.  Thro'  Duty,  and  thro'  Trials  too 

I'll   go  at  his  Command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound, 
To  my  Immanuers  Land. 

9.  And  when   my  Saviour  calls  me  Home, 

Still  this  my  Cry  mall  be 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  Death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  Thee.  HYMN 


C    286     ) 
HYMN     CCCXV. 

On  the   Death  of  a  young  1?  erf  on. 

r.   \\  7HEN   blooming  Youth   is   fnatch'd  away 
VV    By  Death's  lefiitlefs  Hand, 
Our    Hearts  the  mournful  Tribute  pay 
Which  Pity  mull  demand. 

2.  While   Pity   prompts   the  riling  Sigh, 

O    may  this    Truth,  impreft 
With  awful  Pow'r- — I  toe- — -mull  die — 
Sink  deep   in  ev'ry  Brealt. 

3.  Let  this  vain   World  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping   Tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  feize  the   prefent    Hour, 
To-morrow  Death   may   come. 

4.  The  Voice  of  this  alarming  Scene, 

May   ev'ry   Heart   obey  ; 
Nor  be  the   heav'nly  Warning  vain, 
Which    calls   to  watch  and  pray. 

5.  O   let   us  fly,  to    Jefus  fly, 

Whcfe  pow'rful  Arm  can    fave  ; 
Then   fhall  our   Hopes  afcend  on  high, 
And   Triumph  o'er  the   Grave. 

ft.  Great  God,  thy   Sov'reign  Grace  impart, 
With    cleanfmg,  healing  Pow'r  ; 
This  only    can  prepare    the  Heart 
For    Death's  furprifing  Hour. 

H   Y   M   N        CCCXVL 

1.  XX7HEN  (Thrift  fhall   rend  from  End  to  End 

W    The    Regions   of  the  Air, 
And  fplit   the    Skies  in  twain  likewife, 
Then    he'll   himlelf  appear. 

2.  Then    he'U  appear  a  drawing  near 

With 


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With  Armies  broad  and  long  ; 
In  Rank    and   File,  ten  thoufancl  Mile, 
Then  we  fhall  fee  the   Throng. 

3.  Then  he  will  tell   the  Arch-Angel, 

To  blow    the   Trumpet  loud, 
That  all  may  hear,  both   far   and   near ; 
Oh,   then   you'll   fee  the   Crowd. 

4.  Then  he  will  call,   both  great  and  fmall, 

The   Beggar,   Prince,   and  Drudge  ; 
The  Hidi,  the    Low,   the  Poor  alio, 
To   come  before  their  Judge. 

5.  The   Sheep   mail  fland  at  Chrift's  right  Hand* 

But   Goats  at  his  left  Side  ; 
All   fhall    appear,    from   far   and  near, 
To  have   their    C'aufes  try'd. 

6.  Then   he  will  fay,  depart  away, 

Ye  Goats  go  down  to   dwell 
With   the    Devil  and  his   Angels, 
In   a   prepared   Hell. 

7.  But  to  the  reft,  "Come  up   ye  Bleft, 

(The   Saviour  he  will  fay) 
"  Come  dwell  above,  and   reft  in  Love, 
**  To  one   eternal   Day. 

f>,  "  When  you've  been  there  ten  thoufand  Year, 
(i  Bright   mining  like    the   Sun, 
i(  You've  no  lefs   Days  to  ring  God's  Praife 
"  Than  when  you  nrft  begun. 

o.   "  Thofe  Robes  you  wear,  fo  bright,  and  fail*, 
"  Which  dazzle   like  the  Sun, 
"  I've  kept  above,   wrapt  up  in  Love  ; 
<<  Angels  ne'er  had  them  on. 

10.    '•  But  know  my  Bride,    had  I  not  dy'd, 
tc  You  mull  have  naked  gone  ; 

"  They're 


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<'  They're  made   for  you,  I  know  they'll  do* 
*•  For  1  have  try'd  them  on. 

11.  "  Now  who  aie  they  that  dare  to  fay, 

"I've  been  too  kind  to  thefe  ? 
"  A   Right  I   have   to   damn  or  fave, 
"  Or  do  juft  what   I   pleafe." 

12.  Jefus  I  thirft,  and  go  I   muft, 
I   long  to  be  above  ; 

I  long  to  fing,    and  praife  my  King, 
Where  Oceans    flow  with  Love. 

HYMN        CCCXVIL 

Faith  fainting. 

».  W/TIEN  compafs'd  with   Clouds  of  Diftrefs, 

W      Juft  ready  all  Hope  to  refign, 
I  pant  for  the  Light  of  thy   Face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  : 
Difhearten'd  with  waiting  fo  long, 

I  link  at  thy  Feet   with  my  Load, 
All-plaintive  1  pour  out  my  Song, 

Ana  ftretch  forth  my  Hands  unto  God. 

2.  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  Terror  fhall  ceafe  ; 

The  Blood  of  Atonement  apply  ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jefus,  for  Peace, 

The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I 
Speak,  Savior,  for  fvveet  is  thy  Voice  j 

Thy  Prefence  is  fair  to  behold  ; 
Attend  to  my  Sorrows  and  Cries, 

My  Groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

3..  If  fometimes  I  ftrive  as  I  mourn, 
My  Hold  of  thy  Promife  to  keep, 
The  Billows  more  fiercely  return," 

And  plunge   me  again  in  the  Deep  : 
While  harrafs'd  and  caft  from  thv  Sight, 

Thy 


C    289    ) 

The  Tempter  fuggefts  with  a  Roar, 
"  The  Lord  has  forfaken  thee  quite  ; 
"  Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more. 

4.  Yet   Lord,    if  thy  Love  hath  defign'd 

No   Covenant    Bleffing   for   me, 
Ah,   tell   me,   how   is  it   I  find 

Some   Pleafure   in  waiting  for  thee  I 
Almighty  to  refcue  thou  art  ; 

Thy  Grace  is  my  only  Refource  ; 
If  e'er  thou   art   Lord    of  my  Heart, 

Thy  Spirit  muft  take  it  by  Force. 

HYMN     CCCXVIII. 


1  w 


Return   of  Joy. 

HEN  Darknefs  long  has  vail'd  my  Mind, 
And  fmiling  Day  once  more  appears  ; 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  Folly  of  my  Doubts   and  Fears. 

2.  I  chide  my  unbelieving  Heart, 
And  blafh  that  I  mould  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  acft  fo  bafe  a  Part, 
Or  harbor  one  hard  Thought  of  thee  ! 

5.  O  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 
(What  I  am  ilill  fo  flow  to  learn  .  ) 
That  God  is  Love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  Shadow  of  a  Turn. 

4.  Sweet  Truth,  and  eafy  to  repeat  ! 
But  when  my  Faith  is  fharply  try'd 
I  find  myfelf  a    Learner  yet, 
Unikilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  Aide. 

5.  But  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  the  difobedient  Will  ; 
Drives  Doubt  and  Difcontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  Worm  is  ilill. 

T  6.  Thou 


C    290    ) 

6.  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  I   am  ready   to   repine  ; 
Thou,  therefore,   all  the   Praife  receive* 
Be  Shame,   and  Self-abhorrence,   mine, 

H    Y    M    N      CCCXIX. 

77v  foolijb  Virgins. 

1.  TT7HEN    defcending    from  the   Sky 

V  V     The    Bridegroom    fhall    appear  j 
And   the  folemn  Midnight    Cry, 

Shall  call  Profeflbrs  near  ; 
How   the    Sound  our    Hearts  will   damp  ! 

How  will    Shame  o'erlpread  each   Face  I 
If  we  only  have  a  Lamp, 

Without    the    Oil   of  Grace. 

2.  Foolifh  Virgins  then  will   wake,, 

And    feek   for  a  Supply  ; 
But   in  vain    the  Pains  they  take 

To    borrow    or   to  buy  : 
Then   with   thofe  they  now    difpife, 

Earneftly    they  11   wifh   to  fliare  ; 
But  the  beft   among    the   Wife, 

Will  have    no   Oil  to   fpare. 

3.  Wife    are   they,  and    truly  bleft, 

Who  then  mall    ready   be  ! 
But    defpair  will   feize  the  reft, 

And    dreadful  Mifery  : 
<l  Once,  they  11  cry,  we  fcorn'd   to  doubt, 

"  Tho'  in  Lies   our  Truft  we  put  ; 
"  Now   our    Lamp  of  Hope  is   out, 

"  The  Door  of  Mercy   fhut." 

4.  If  they  then  prefume  to   plead, 

"  Lord,  open  to   us  now   ; 
"  We   on  Earth  have    heard   and  pray'd, 

"  And 


C     2QI     ) 

u  And  with  thy  Saints  did  bow  j" 
He   will   anfwer   from  his   Throne, 

<<  Tho'  you  with  my  People  mix'd, 
"  Yet  to  me  you  ne'er  were  known, 

il  Depart,  your  Doom  is  fix'd." 

5.  O  that  none    who  worfhip   here 

May  hear    that  Word,   Depart  I 
Lord  imprefs    a   godly  Fear 

On   each   Profeflbr's   Heart  : 
Help   us,   Lord,  to   fearch  the  Camp, 

Let    us  not  ourfelves  beguile  ; 
Trufting  to  a   dying  Lamp 

Without  a  Stock  of  Oil. 

H   Y   M    N       CCCXX. 

The  Jiv  of  a  remarkable    Converfion  ;    or  Mela?ichoh 

removed. 

jf.   "TT£7HEN  God   reveal'd  his  gracious  Name, 
VV    And   chang'd  my  mournful  State, 
My  Rapture   feem'd    a  pleafing    Dream, 
The   Grace   appear'd  fo  Great. 

2.    The   World  beheld  the  glorious   Change, 
And   did  thy    Hand   confers  ; 
My  Tongue  broke    out   in   unknown  Strains, 
And  lung  farprifing   Grace. 

;.   "  Great  is  the  Work,"  my  Neighbours   cry'd, 
And   own'd  the  Pow'r  Divine  ; 
«  Great  is   the  Work,"  my  Heart  reply'd, 
(<  And   be    the    Glory   thine." 

4.  The  Lord  can    clear  the  darken:    Skies, 
Can   give  us  Day  for  Night, 
Make    Drops  of  facred  Sorrow  rife 
To   Rivers  of  Delight. 

T  2  J.  Let 


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Let  thofe  that  fow  in  Sadnefs  wait 

Till   the  fair  Harveft  come, 
They   ihall  confefs  their  Sheaves  are   great, 

And   fliout  the    Bleflings   home. 

d,  Tho'   Seed  lie    bury'd   long   in   Duft  ; 
It  man't  deceive   their   Hope  I 
The   precious  Grain  can  ne'er  be  loll, 
For   Grace  infures  the   Crop. 

H   Y   M    K       CCCXXI. 

Hannah  :  Or  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

1.  *T  THEN  Hannah    prefs'd    with   Grief, 

W    Pour'd  forth  her   Soul  in   Pray'r  * 
She  quickly   found  Relief, 

And   left  her    Burthen  there : 
Like   her  in  ev'iy  trying  Cafe, 
Let   us  approach   the    Throne  of  Grace. 

2.  When   me  began  to  pray 

Her   Heart  was  pain'd  and  Sad  ; 
But   ere   fhe   went  away, 

Was  comforted    and   glad  : 
In    Trouble,  what    a  retting   Place, 
Have  they  who  know  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

3.  Tho'  Men    and  Devils  rage, 

And  threaten  to  devour  ; 
The  Saints  from  Age  to  Age, 
Are  fafe  from  all  their  Pow'r: 
Frefli  Strength  they  gain  to  run  their  Race, 
By  waiting  at  the    Throne  of  Grace. 

4.  Eli  her  Cafe  miftook, 

How  wns  her   Spirit  mov'd 
By   his   unkind   Rebuke  ? 

But   God   her  Caufe    approv^. 
We  need  not  fear  a  Creature's    Face, 
While  welcome   at  the  Throne  of  Grace. 


C    293    ) 

5.  She  was  not  fill'd  with    Wine, 

(As  Eli   rafhly  thought) 
But  with   a  Faith    Divine, 

And  found  the  Help  me  fought  : 
Tho  Men  defpife  and  call  us  Bale, 
Still  let  us  ply   the  Throne  of  Grace. 

6.  Men  have   not   Pow'r   or  Skill, 

With  troubled    Souls  to  bear ; 
Tho'   they  exprefs   Good-will, 

Poor   Comforters  they  are: 
But  fweliing  Sorrows  fink  apace, 
When  we  approach    the  Throne  of  Grace. 

7.  Numbers  before  have    try'd, 

And  found    the    Promife   true  ; 
Nor  One   been    yet  deny'd, 

Then  why  mould  I    or   you? 
Let  us   by  Faith   their    Footfteps  trace, 
And  hareen  to  the  Throne  of  Grace, 

S.  As  Fogs  obfeure  the  Light, 

And  taint  the  morning  Air, 
But   foon    are  put  to   Flight, 

If  the    bright  Sun    appear  ; 
Thus  Jefus  will  our   Sorrows  chafe, 
By  mining  from    the   Throne   of  Grace. 

HYMN        CCCXXn. 

The  Hopes  of  Heaven  our  Support  underTria/s  on  Earth* 

1.    \\J  HEN    I   can  read   my   Title  clear 
VV      To  Maniions  in  the  Skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry   Fear, 
And  wipe   my  weeping  Eyes. 

2.  Should   Earth   againfr.  my  Soul  engage, 
And  hellim   Darts   be  hurl'd, 
Theu  I   can   fmile   at    Satan's   Rage, 
And  face  a  frowning    World. 

T  3  3-  Let 


C   294    ) 

3.  Let  Cares  like  a  wild  Deluge  come, 

And  Storms  of  Sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  fafely  reach   my  Home, 
My  God,  my  Heav'n  my  all. 

4.  There  fliall  I  bathe  my  weary  Soul 

In  Seas  of  heav'nly   Reft. 
And  not  a  Wave  of  Trouble  roll 
Accrofs  my  peaceful  Breaft 

H    Y    M     N      CCCXXI1L 

Baptism. 

i.\T/HEN  John   (tho  a  Man) 
\Y    Baptizing   began, 
Believers  in  Jordan,  confefling  their  Sin, 

2.  The   Pharisees  came, 
In   Abraham's    Name, 

For  to  be  baptized,   and  lay  in  their  Claim. 

3.  You   Vipers,   faid  he, 
Who   warn'd  you  to  flee  ? 

Bring  forth  your  Repentance,  that  Fruits  we  may  fee- 

4.  And  think  not  indeed, 
You're  Abraham's   Seed, 

And  fo  for  my  Baptism  a  Right  have  to  plead, 

5.  By  this  we  may  fee, 
Our  Baptifm  to  be 

For  none  but   Believers  a  Priviledge  free. 

6.  From  Galilee  came, 
Christ  Jesus  by  Name, 

For  to  be  baptized,   and  was  not  amain 'd. 

7.  John  to  him  did  fay, 
Why   com'ft   thou  to  me, 
When  I  have  need  to  be    baptized  of  thee  ? 

8.  Oh 


C    29?    > 

S.  Oh  fUffer  it  To, 

'Tis  Right  we  fhould  mow, 
All  Righteous 'Obedience  wherever  we  go. 

9.  The  Rites  were  perform  'd, 
And  Jesus    return' d. 

The  Father   his  Bleffing  fent  down  on  his   Son. 

10.  The  Spirit  of  God, 
Defcends   like    a   Dove  ; 

And  lights  on  the  Sav'our  in  Tokens  of  Love. 

11.  By  this  we  may  fee 
Tlie   whole  Trinity, 

To  honour  our   Baptifm  do  jointly  agree. 

12.  We'll  not    be   afham'd, 
Where  Jesus  is   nam'd  ; 

He's  precious   unto  us,  tho  Sinners  blafpheme. 

13.  We'll  follow  him  down, 
To  th'    Water  we're  bound, 

Oh  Shiners,  fee   what  an  Example  we've  found. 

H   Y   M   TSF     CCCXXIV. 

Jofcpk    made  hioiiui  to  his  Brethren% 

1.  TT  7HEN  Jofeph  his    Brethren  beheld, 

VV    Afnicfted,  and   trembling  with  Fear, 
His   Heart   with   Companion  was  fill'd, 

From  Weeping  he   could  not  forbear  : 
A    while  his  Behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring   their  paft  Sin  to  their  Mind; 
But    when  they  were   humbled  enough, 

He  hafled   to  mew   himf elf  kind. 

2.  Hew  little  they  thought    it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had   ill  treated  and  fold  ! 
How  great  their  Confuiion  mull  be. 
As  foon   as  his  Name  he  had  tol4  \ 

T  4  «  I'm 


C    296    ) 

(<  I'm  Jofeph  your   Brother  (  he  faid  ) 

And  ftill  to    my    Heart  you   are  dear, 
You  fold  me,  and   thought  I  was  dead, 
But    God,  for  your  Sakes,  fent  me  here.' 

3.  Tho'    greatly  diftreflcd  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the   cup, 
They  now  were   confounded  much  more, 

Not   one  of  them    durft   to  look  up, 
"  Can   Jofeph,  whom  we  would  have  flam, 

(l  Forgive  us  the  Evil  we  did  ? 
«  And   will   he  our   Houfholds   maintain  ? 

"  O  this   is   a  Brother  indeed  i" 

4.  Thus  dragg'd   by  my  Confcience,  I  came 

And  laden  with   Guilt,  to   the  Lord  ; 
Surrounded  with  Terror  and  Shame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  Word. 
At  firft  he  look'd  item  and   fevere, 

What   Anguifh    then  pierced  my  Heart  ! 
Expecting  each  Moment    to  hear 

The   Sentence,   "  Thou    Curled  depart  I** 

5.  But  oh  !  What  Surprize  when  he  fpoke, 

While   Tendemefs  beam'd  in  his   Face, 
My   Heart  then  to   Pieces  was  broke, 

O'ervvhelm'd  and  confounded  with  Grace : 
ci  Poor  Sinner,  I  know  thee  full   well, 

(<  By   thee    I  was  fold  and  was  flain  ; 
<<  I    dy'd   to   redeem  thee  from  Hell, 

And   raife   thee  in   Glory  to  reign. 

6.  I'm    jefus  whom  thou  halt  blafphem'd, 

u  And  crncify'd   often  afrefh  ; 
t(  But  let   me  henceforth  be  efteem'd 

<<  Thy   Brother,  thy  Bone,  and  thy    Flem  : 
<c  My    Pardon   I  freely  beftow, 

"  Thy   Wants    I  will  fully  fupply  ; 
(<  I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  ihee  below, 

(<  And  foon  will  remove  thee  on  High. 

7.  Go 


C    297    ) 

f.  Go  publifh  to  Sinners  around, 

"  (  That  they  may  be  willing  to  come  ) 
li  The  Mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 

<<  And  tell  them  that  yet   there  is  Kooin." 
Oh,  Sinners   the   Meflage  obey  ! 

No  more  vain  excufes  pretend  ; 
But  come,  without  further  Delay, 

To   Jefus   our   Brother  and  Friend. 

HYMN      CCCXXV. 

Lord's    Day  Evening. 

1.  T/K7HEN,  O    dear  Jefus,  when  mail  I 

V  V  Behold   thee    all  Serene  ? 

Blcft  in  perpetual  Sabbath- Day, 
Without  a  Veil  between  \ 

2.  Affift   me   while  I   wander  here, 

Amidft  a   World   of  Cares  ; 
Incline   my  Heart   to  pray  with  Love, 
And   then  accept  my  Pray'rs. 

3.  Releafe  my  Soul  from  ev'ry  Chain, 

No  more   Hell's  Captive  led  ; 
And  pardon  a  repenting  Child, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4.  Spare  me,  O  God,  O  fpare  the  Soul, 

That  gives  it  fel f  to  thee; 
Take  all  that  I   poflefs   below, 
And  give  thyfelfto    me. 

5.  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 

To   be  my  Guide  and  Friend, 
To  light  my  Way  to  ceafclefs   Joys, 
Where   Sabbaths  never  End, 

T  5  HYMN 


C    293    ) 

HYMN       CCCXXVI. 

1.  1I7HEN   our  great  So v 'reign  from  on  High, 

VV    Our  Lord  and  Saviour,  was  aware, 
That  he  his  chofen  Family, 

O'er  whom  he  watch' d  with  tender  Care, 
Would  be  compelled  fbon  to  leave  ; 

He  fill'd  with  love  and  Grief  intenfe, 
To  them  his    Farewel  Bleffing    gave, 

Before  his  Sufl'riugs  did  commence. 

2.  Feeling  beforehand  all  the  Weight 

Of  thofe  dire  Scenes  of  Pain    and  Woe, 
Which  he  well  knew  did  him  await, 

His   Love  towards  his    own  to   ihow, 
He  Water  in  a  Bafon  pour'd, 

And  warned  his  Difciples'   Feet, 
Their  Souls  already  by  his  Word, 

Save  one,  were    cleanfed  ev'ry  whit. 

3.  When  he  this  Act  of  Love  had  done, 

He  unto  his  Difciples  laid  ; 
V  To  you    I've  an  Example  mown  : 

"    \e  call   me   Mailer,  Lord,  and  Head, 
"  If  1  as  fuch  have  wafh'd  your  Feet, 

"  To   one  another  do   the  fame." 
This  folemn   Acft   to  celebrate, 

We're   now  aflembled  in  his  Name. 

4.  Arife  then,  and  with  due  Refpeci, 

With  humble  Shame  and    Willingnefs, 
Do    what  our  Saviour   doth  direct, 

Endowed   with   Difciple's  Grace  ! 
Since  Jefus  to  releafe  from  Sin 

Unto  his    People    Power  r;avc, 
We  in  his   Name  are  now  waih'd  clean, 

And  with  our  Lord  a  Part  may  have. 

5.  Lord  Jefus  Chrift,  we    pray,  be  near, 

Forgive 


C    299    ) 

Forgive  us  all    our  TrefpafTes ; 
With   Joy  Divine   our  Spirit  cheer, 

Abfolve   and  grant  us    pard'ning   Grace  .r 
As  our  High-prielt.  lift  up  thy  Hand, 

That  Hand  the  Nail    once  pierced  through, 
Thy  Mercy  unto  us   extend, 

Rich   Blefungs  upon  all   beflow. 

6.  Infpire  our  Hearts  with  mutual  Love 

O  may  we   truly  humble  be, 
Thy  faithful  Servants   ever  prove, 

Who  yield  in  all  Things  Joy  to  Thee  : 
In  due  Obedience  to  thy  Word, 

We  now    have  wafhM  each  other's    Feet, 
Thy  bleu:  Example,  gracious  Lord, 

To   follow,  we  find   always   meet. 

7.  Sure   as  thou  art  the    Church's  Head, 

Sure    as  we  Dull  and   Afb.es    are, 
So   fure  we    by  thy  Blood,   once  flied, 

Are  now,  through  Grace,  abfolv'd  and  clear 
Sure  as  thy  Crofs's  Church  remains 

To  the  blind  World   a  Spectacle, 
So  fure  in  her  thy    Spirit  reigns, 

And  thou   doft  in  thy  Temple   dwell. 

H  Y   M  N       CCCXXVIL 

1.  TT7HEN   rifmg  from  the  Bed  of  Death, 

VV    O'erpreft  with  Guilt   and  Fear, 
I  meet   my  Maker  Face  to  to    Face, 
Oh,  how  fhall   I  appear  : 

2.  If  yet  while  Pardon  may  be   found, 

And   Mercy  may  be  fought, 
My    Heart   with  inward  Horror  fhrinks, 
And  trembles    at  the  Thought  ! 

3.  When  thou,  O  Lord,  fhall  ftand  difclos'd 

In   Majefty    Severe, 

And 


(    3oo    ) 

And  fit  in  Judgment  on  my  Soul 
Oh,  how  mall   I    appear  I 

4.  But  thou  haft    told  the  troubled  Mind, 

That  doth  her  Sins  lament, 
The  timely  Tribute  of  her   Tears 
Shall  future  Woes  prevent. 

5.  Then  hear  the  Sorrows  of  my  Heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  Groans, 
To  give  thofe  Sorrows   Weight. 

6.  For  never   fliall   my  Soul  defpair 

Ker  Pardon  to  fecure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  dy'd 
To    Seal  that  Pardon  fure. 

II   Y    M   N        CCCXXVIII; 

Hezekiah's   Song ;  or,    Sicknefs   a?id  Recovery,   Ifk- 
xxxviii.  0,  &c. 

1.  TITHEN  we  are  rais'd    from  deep  Diftref?, 

VV    Our  God   defcrves  a  Song  ; 
We  take  the  Pattern   of  our  Praife 
From  Hezekiah's  Tongue. 

2.  The  Gates  of  the  devouring  Grave 

Are   open'd   wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  Keys  of  Death 
Commands  them  faft  again. 

3.  Pains  of  the  Flefli  are  wont  t'  Abufe 

Our    Mind  with  flavifh  Fears  ; 
Our  Days  are  paft,  and  we  fliall  lofe 
The  Remnant  of  our  Years. 

4.  We  chatter  with   a  Swallow's  Voice, 

Or    like   a    Dove  we   mourn, 
With  Bitternefs  inftead  of  Joys, 

AliJicxed  and  forlorn.  5.  Jcho- 


C   301    ) 

5.  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  Word, 

And  no  Difeafe  withftands  ; 
Fevers  and  Plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And   fly  at  his  Commands. 

6.  If  half  the  Strings  of  Life  mould  break, 

He  can  our  Frame   reftore  : 
He    calls  our  Sins  behind   his  Back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

HYMN        CCCXXIX. 

Stre7igth  from  Heaven,  Ifa.  xl.  27,  28,  29,  30. 

1.  TTJTHence  do  onr  mournful   Thoughts  arife 

VV    Andwheie's  our  Courage   fled? 
Has  reftlefs   Sin,  and  raging  Hell, 
Struck  all  our  Comforts  dead  ? 

2.  Have    we  forgot  the  Almighty  Name, 

That  form'd  the  Earth  and  Sea  ? 
And  can  an   all-creating   Arm, 
Grow   weary,  or  decay  ? 

3.  Treafures  of  everlafling  Might 

In  our  Jehovah    dwell  ; 
He  gives  the  Conqueft  to  the  Weak, 
And  treads  their  Foes  to  Hell. 

4.  Mere  mortal  Power  fhall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthfull  Vigour  ceafe  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  Strength  increafe. 

5.  The  Saints  fhall  mount  on  eagles  Wings, 

And  talle   the  promis'd  Biifs, 
'Till  their   unwearied   Feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  Pleafure  is. 

HYMN 


C    302    ) 

HYMN  CCCXXX. 

r.  -VVT^HILE  Shepherds  watch  their    Flocks  by 
W  Night. 

All    feated  on  the  Ground, 
The   Angel  of  the  LORD   came  down, 
And  Glory   flione  around. 

2.  <(  Fear  not,"  faid   he  (   for  mighty  dread 

Had  feiz'd  their  troubled    Mind  :  ) 
"  Glad  Tidings  of  great  Joy  I  bring 
u  To  you  and  all  Mankind. 

3.  "  To  you  in  David's  Town,  this  Day 

i%  Is  born  of  David's    Line, 
"A   SAVIOUR,  who  is  CHRIST   the   LORD, 
"  And  this  mall  be  the  Sign  ; 

4.  "  The  heav'nly   Babe  ye  there  mall   find 

(<  To  human  view  dif^lay'd, 
u  All  meanly  wrapt  in  fwathing  Bands, 
«  And  in    a  Manger  laid." 

5.  Thus  fpake   the  Seraph :   and  forthwith 

Appear 'd  a  firming  Throng 
Of  Angels    praifing  GOD,  and  thus 
Addrefs'd  their  heav'nly  Song  ; 

6.  "  All  Glory  be  to  GOD   on   High  ; 

"  And   on  the   Earth  be  Peace , 
<c  Good  will,  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  Man 
<<  Begin  and  never  ceafe." 

H   Y   M   N     CCCXXXI. 

The  Humiliation     and  Exaltation     of   Christ,      Ha. 
liii.  1 — 5,  11 


-w 


HO   has  believ'd  thy   Word, 
Or  thy  Salvation   known  ? 

Reveal 


C    #*3    ) 

Reveal  thine    Arm,  Almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2.  The  Jews   efteem'd   him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  Belief  : 
Sorrows   his  Chief  Acquaintance  were, 
And  his   Companion,  Grief. 

3.  They  turn'd  their  Eyes   away, 

And  treated  him  with  Scorn  ; 
But   'twas  their  Griefs  upon  him   lay, 
Their  Sorrows  he  has  borne. 

4.  'Twas  for   the  ftubborn  Jews, 

And   Gentiles  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  Jultice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft    beloved  Son. 

5.  "  But   I'll   prolong  his  Days, 

"  And  make  his  Kingdom  ftand  ; 
"  My   Pleafure  (faith  the  God  of  Grace  ) 
"  Shall  profperin  his  Hand. 

[6.  ''His  joyful   Soul  mall  fee 
"  The  Purchafe  of  his  Pain, 
"  And  by  his  Knowledge  juftify 
"  The  guilty   Sons  of  Men.] 

[7.   "  Ten  Thoufand  Captive  Slaves 
"  Releas'd  from  Death  and  Sin, 
"  Shall  quit  their   Prifons  and  their  Graves, 
"  And  own  his  Pow'r  Divine.] 

[H.   "  Heav'n   mail  advance  my  Son 
"  To   Joys    that  Earth  deny'd  ; 
99  Who  faw  the    Follies  Men  had  done, 
"  And  bore  their  Sins,  and  dy'd.'] 

HYMN 


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C    304   ) 
11  Y  m  n    cccxxxn. 

The  Strength  of  Christ's  Love,  and  the  Soul's  Jef 
loufy  of  her  own,  Sol.  Song  viii.  5,  6,  7,  13,  14, 

W     That  travels  from  the  Wildernefs  ? 
And  prefs'd  with  Sorrows  and  with  Sins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  fhe  leans  ! 

2.  This  is  the  Spoufe  of  Chrift,-  our  God, 

Bought  with  the  Trealures  of  his   Blood  ; 
And  her  Requeft,  and  lier  Complaint, 
Is  but  the  Voice  of  ev'ry  Saint.] 

3.  "  O  let  my  Name  engraven  ftand, 

«  Both  on  thy  Heart,  and  on  thy  Hand ; 
"  Seal  me   upon  thine  Arm,  and  wear 
"  That  Pledge  of  Love  for  ever  there. 

4.  «  Stronger  than  Death  thy  Love  is  known, 

(i  Which  Floods  of  Wrath  could  never  drown 
{f  And   Hell  and  Earth  in  vain  combine, 
"  To  quench  a  Fire  fo  much  Divine, 

5.  «  But  I  am  Jealous  of  my  Heart, 

iC  Left  it  fliould  once  from  thee  depart  ; 
il  Then  let  thy  Name  be  well  imprefs'd, 
"  As  a  Fair  fignet  on  my  Breaft. 

6.  il  Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  Home, 
"  Where  Fears  and  Doubts  can  never  come, 
<•'  Thy  Countenance  let  me  often  fee, 

"  And  often  thou  (halt  hear  from  me, 

7.  "  Come,  my  Beloved,  hafte  away, 

11  Cut  fnort  the  Hours  of  thy  Delay  ; 
i(  Fly  like  a  youthful  Hart  or  Roe, 
«  Over  the  Hills  where  Spices  Grow." 

HYMN 


(    3o?    ) 
H    Y   M   N       CCCXXXTH. 

Charafter    of  a  Saint :  Or,  A  Citizen  of  Zion  :  Or, 
The  Qualifications  of  a  ChriJHan. 


WHoC 


HO    mall  inhabit  in   thy  Hill, 


Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So   near  his  Throne  of  Grace  ? 

2.  The  Man  that  walks  in  pious  Ways, 

And   works    with  righteous  Hands  ; 
That  trulls  his* Maker's  Promifes, 
And  follows  his  Commands. 

3.  He  fpeaks  the    Meaning  of  his  Heart, 

Nor   flanders  with  his    Tongue  ; 
Will  fcaice  believe  an  ill  Report, 
Nor  do  his   Neighbour  Wrong. 

4.  The  wealthy    Sinner    he  contemns, 

Loves  all   that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  Hurt  he  (wears, 
Still  he  performs  his  Word. 

5.  His   Hands  difdain  a  golden  Bribe, 

And  never  gripe  the  Poor  ; 
This   Man  mail  dwell  with  God  on  Earth, 
And  find  his  Heav'n  fecure. 

H   Y    M    N      CCCXXXIV." 

The    Death    and  Burial  of  a  Saint. 

1 .  \  T  7H Y  do  we  mourn  departing  Friends  f 

V V    Or  make  at  Death's  Alarms  ? 
'Tis  but   the  Voice  that   Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  Arms. 

2.  Are   we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fall  as  Time  can  move  f 

U  Nor 


c  to*  ) 

Nor  mould  we  wifh  the  Hours  more  Slow 
To  keep    us  from  our  Love. 

3.  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  Bodies  to  the  Tomb  ? 
There   the  dear  Flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left   a  long  Perfume, 

4.  The  Graves  of  all  his   Saints  he  blefs'd, 

Arid   foft'ned  ev'ry   Bed: 
Where  mould  the  dying  Members  reft, 
But  with  their   dying  Head  ? 

5.  Thence   he  arofe,  afcended    High, 

And  fhew'd  our  Feet  the  Way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  Fleili  mall  fly, 
At   the  great   rifing  Day. 

6.  Then  let  the  lafl  loud  Trumpet  found, 

And   bid   our  Kindred  rife  ; 
Awake,  ye  Nations,  under  Ground, 
Ye  Saints,  afcend  the  Skies. 

H    Y    M    N       CCCXXX\\ 

Departed  Saints  afleep,  Mark  v.  39.   1  Thefs.  iv.  1 
1.  "  Xt7  HY  flow  thefe  Torrents  of  Diftrefs  ? 


(  The  gentle  Saviour  cries) 
«  Why   are  my  fleeping    Saints  furvey'd 
"  With  unbelieving  Lyes  ! 

2.  "  Death's  feeble  Arm  mall  never   boaft, 

"  A    Friend  of  Christ   is   flain  ; 
"  Nor  o'er  their  meaner  Part  in  Dufl 
"  A  laiting    Power   retain. 

3.  "  I  come,  on  Wings  of  Love  I  come, 

"  The  Slumb'rers    to  awake  ; 
«  My  Voice  fhall  reach  the  deepeft.  Tomb, 
"  And  all  its  Bonds  fhall    bieak. 

4.  "  TouchM 


C  307  ) 

4.  (<  Touch'd  by  my  Hand,  in  Smiles  they  rife  ; 

"  They  rife  to    ileep  no  more  ; 
{<  But  rob'd    with  Light  and  crown' d  with  Joy, 
i(  To  endleis  Day  they  foar." 

5.  Jesus,  our  Faith  receives   thy  Word  ; 

And,  tho'  fond  Nature  weep, 
Grace  learns  to  hail   the  pious  Dead, 
And  emulate  their  Sleep. 

ft.  Our  willing  Souls  thy  Summons  wait 
With  them  to  reft:  and  praife ; 
So  let  thy    much-lov'd  Prefence    cheer 
Thefe  feparating  Days. 

H   Y   M   1ST      CCC XXXVI. 

Christ's    Companion  to  the   Weak  and  Te?7ipted. 

1.  "Vy/TTH  Joy   we  meditate  the  Grace 
W     Of  our  High  Prieft  above  ; 
His   Heart  is  made  of  Tendernefs, 
His    Bcwels   melt  with  Love. 

i.  Touch' d  with  a  Sympathy  within, 
He   knows  our  feeble   Frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  Temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3 .  But  fpotlefs,  Innocent  and  Pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  Darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  Blood. 

4.  He  in  the  Days  of  feeble  Flefh 

Pour'd  out  his  Cries   and  Tears, 
And  in  his  Meaiure  feels  afrefh 
What  ev'ry    Member  bears. 

[c.  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoking  Flax, 
But   raife  it   to    a  Flame  ; 

U   2  The 


C  308    ) 

The  bruifed  Reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  Name. 3 

().  Then  let  our  humble  Faith  addrefs  ; 
His  Mercy  and  his  Pow'r, 
We  fhall  obtain  deliv'ring  Grace 
In  the    diitrefling  Hour. 

*.*  **v  &?£  **rr  ***^r  **  v^  *v*^  *' 
H   Y   M   N.     CCCXXXVII, 

A  Practical  Improvement  of  Baptifm.  Col.  iii.  I. 

1.  ^%T&  Children  of  your  God  attend  ; 

X    Ye    Heirs  of  Glory  hear; 
For  Accents,  fo  Divine    as  the  ie, 
Might   charm  the   dulleft    Ear. 

to 

2.  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's   Death, 

Your  Souls  to  Sin  mull  die  ; 
With  Chrisst  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  afccnd  on  High. 

5.  There   by  his  Father's  Side  he  fits, 
Enthron'd  divinely  fair  ; 
Yet  owns  himfclf  your  Brother  Hill, 
And  your  Forerunner  there. 

4.  Rife  from  thefe  earthly   Trifles,    rife 

On  Wings  of  Faith  and  Love  ; 
Above'  your  choicefl  Treafure  lies, 
And  be  your  Hearts   above. 

5.  But  Earth  and  Sin  will  drag  us  down, 

W  hen    we  attempt  to    fly  ; 
Lord,  fend  thy  ftrong  attractive  Pow'r 
To  raife  and  fix  us  High. 

HYMN 


C   309    ) 

H   Y   M   N      CCCXXXVIII. 

Yet  there  is   Room,  Luke  xiv.  22. 

1.  "VTE    dying    Sons  of  Men, 

X     Immerg'd  in    Sin  and  Woe, 

The    Gofpel's   Voice  attend, 

Which  Jesus   fends  to  you  : 
Ye   perifhing  and  Guilty,  come, 
In   Jesus'    Arms  there  yet  is  Room. 

2.  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor   vain    Excufes   frame  : 
lie    bids  you  come  To -Day, 
Tho'    Poor,  and  Blind,  and  Lame  : 
All  Things  are  ready,  Sinner  come, 
For  every  trembling  Soul  there's  Room. 

3.  Believe  the  heav'nly  Word 

His   Meiiengers    proclaim ; 

He    is    a   gracious   Lord, 

And   faithful  is  his   Name  : 
Backfiiding  Souls,    return  and  come, 
Caft  off  Defpair,    there  yet  is  Room. 

4.  CompelPd  by  bleeding  Love, 

Ye    wand'ring  Sheep  draw  near, 

Christ  calls  ycu  from  above, 

His  charming  Accents  hear  ! 
Let  whomever  will,    now   come  ; 
In    Mercy's  Brealt  there  Hill  is  Room. 

H   Y   M   N      CCCXXXIX. 

The  Goodnefs'.oj  God,   Nahum  1.  7. 

I.  \f'E  humble  Souls,  approach  your  God 
•A-    With  Songs  of  facred  Praife, 
For  he  is  good,  imenfely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  Ways. 

U  3  2.  All 


C    310    ) 

2.  All  Nature  owns  his  guardian  Care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  Benefits  declare 
The  Wonders  of  his  Love. 

3.  he  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ranfom  Rebel  Worms  ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  Goodnefs  known 
In  its  diviner  Forms. 

4.  To  this  dear  Refuge,   Lord  we  come, 

'Tis    here  our  Hope  relies  ; 
A  fafe  Defence    a  peaceful  Home, 
When  Storms  of  Trouble  rife. 

5.  Thine  Eye  beholds,  with  kind  Regard, 

The  Souls  who  trutt  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  Hope  thou   wilt  reward 
With  Blifs  divinely  free. 

6.  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty   Love, 

What  Honours  fhall  we  raife  ? 
Not  all  the   raptor' d   Songs   above 
Can  render  equal  P raife. 

H   Y   M   N       CCCXL. 

Comfort  to  fuch  whofeek  a  rifen  Jesus,  Matt.  28.5.6. 

1.  \TE  humble  Souls  that  feek  the  Lord, 

A    Chafe  all  your  Fears  away  ; 
And  bow  with  Pleafure  down  to  fee 
The  Place  where  Jesus  lay, 

2.  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  Life  was  brought ; 

Such  Wonders  Love  can  do  ; 
Thus  cold  in  Death,  that  Bofom  lay, 
Which  throbb'd    and  bled  for  you, 

3.  A  Moment   give  a  Loofe   to  Grief, 

Let  grateful  Sorrows  rife  ; 
An< I  wafh  the   bloody  Stains  away, 
With  Torrents  from  your  Lyes.  4-  Then 


C    3"    ) 

4.  Then  dry  your  Tears,  and  tune  your  Songs, 

The  Saviour  lives  again  j 
Not  all  the  Gates  and  bars  of  Death 
The  Conq'ror  could  detain. 

5.  High  o'er  th'  angelic  Bands  he  rears 

His  once  diihonour'd  Head  ; 
.And  tho'  uniiumber'd  Years  he  reigns, 
Who    dwelt  among  the  Dead, 

6.  With  Joy,  like  his,  mall  every  Saint 

His    empty   Tomb    furvey  ; 
Then  rife,  with   his  afcending  Lord, 
To  Realms  of  endlefs  Day. 

H    Y    M    IN      CCCXLI. 

The  fuccefsful  Refohe — I  will  go  in   unto  the  King, 
EJrer  iv.  16. 

1.  ~\TE  humble  Sinners,  in  whofe  Breaft, 

X    A  thoufand    Thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  Guilt  and  Fear  oppreft, 
And  make  this  laft  Refblve. 

2.  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  tho'  my  Sin 

"  Hath  like  a  Mountain   rofe  ; 
c '  I  know  his   Courts,  I'll   enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may   oppofe. 

3.  "Proftrate  I'll  lie   before   his   Throne, 

"And   there   my   Guilt   confefs, 
"I'll   tell  him    I'm   a  Wretch    undone 
"  Without  his  fovereign  Grace. 

4.  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"Whole  Scepter   Pardon  gives, 
"  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  Touch, 
"  And  then  the  Suppliant  lives. 

5.  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  Plea, 

"Perhaps   will  hear  my  Pray 'r  5 

U  4  "But 


(     312     ) 

"But  if  I  perifh  I  will  pray, 
"  And  perifli  only  there, 

6.  "  I  can  but  perifli  if  I  go, 
"1  am   refolv'd  to  try  : 
"  For  if  1  flay  away,  I   know 
"  1  muft   for   ever   die." 

HYMN        CCCXLII. 

Fear  not,  it  is  your  Father's  good  Pleafure  to  give  yon 
the  Kingdom,  Luke  xii.  32. 

1.  "\7"E  little   Flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds, 

X    Difmifs  your  anxious  Cares  ; 
Look  to   the  Shepherd  of  your  Souls, 
And  fmile  away   your  Fears. 

2.  Tho'  Wolves  and   Lions  prowl  around, 

His  Staff  is  your  Defence  : 
'Midft   Sands  and  Rocks  your  Shepherd's  Voice 
Calls  Streams  and  Pafrures  thence. 

3.  Your  Father  will  a  Kingdom  give, 

And  give  it  with  Delight  ; 
His  feebleft  Child  his    Love   ihall  call 
To   triumph  in  his  Sight. 

4.  Ten   Thoufand   Praifes,    Lord,    we  bring 

For   fare   Supports    like  thefe  : 
And  o'er   the  pious   Dead   we   Sing 
Thy  living   Promifes. 

5.  For   all    we   Hope,  and   they   enjoy, 

We   hlefs  a  Saviour's   Name  ; 
Nor   Shall  that   Stroke  dilturb   the  Song, 
Which  breaks  this  moital  Frame. 

H    Y    M    N      CCCXL1II 

Comfort  for   pious  Parents,  who  have  b?eu  bereaved  nj 

their  Children,   Ifaiah  lvi.  4.  5. 
i.  \7"^  mourning  Saints,  whofe  ft  earning  Tears 
X    Flow  o'er  your  Children   dead,         tay 


C   313    ) 

Say  not  in  Tranf ports  of  Defpair, 
That  all  your   Hopes  are  tied. 

2.  While  cleaving  to  that  darling   Dun:, 
In  fond  Diftrefs   ye  lie  ; 
Rife,   and  with  joy   and  Reverence  view 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 

i 
3.  Tho',   your  young   Branches  torn  away, 
Like  wither'd  Trunks  ye  liana, 
With  fairer  Verdure  fhall  ye   bloom, 
Touch'd   by    th'  Almighty's  Hand. 

4.  <c  I'll  give  the  Mourner,"   faith  the  Lord, 

"  In  my  own  Houfe  a  Place  , 
<c  No   Names   of  Daughters   and   of  Sons 
ct  Could   yield   fo   high  a   Grace. 

5.  "  Tranfient  and  vain  is  every  Hope 

"  A  riung  Race   can  give  ; 
**  In  endlefs   Honour  and  Delight 
«  My  Children  all  fhall  live.', 

6.  We  welcome,  Lord,  thofe  rifing  Tears, 

Thro'  which  thy  Face  we  fee, 
And  bleft  thofe  Wounds,  which  thro*  our  Hearts 
Prepare  a  Way  for  thee. 

HYMN       CCCXLIV. 

Praife  fir   Converfion,  Pfalm  Ixvi.  16. 

I.   "\7*E  Souls  that  fear  the   Lord, 
X     Come,   liften  while   I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my   Feet  efcap'd 
The  Snares  of  Death   and  Hell. 

1.  The  flart'ring   Joys  of  Senfe 
Aflail'd  my  fooli/h   Heart, 

U   s  While 


C   314   ) 

While  Satan,  with  malicious  Skill, 
Guided  the  pois'nous  Dart. 

3.  I  fell  beneath  the  Stroke, 

But  fell   to    rife  again  ; 
My  Anguifh  rous'd  me  into  Life, 
And  Pleafure  fprung  from  Pain. 

4.  Darknels,  and  Shame,   and  Grief 

Opprefs'd  my   gloomy   A:ind  ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  Relief, 
But  no  Relief  could  find. 

5.  At  Length  to  God  I  cry'd  ; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  Sigh, 
He  heard,   and   inilantly  he  fent 
Salvation  from   on  High. 

6.  My  drooping  Head  he  rais'd, 

My  bleeding  Wounds" he   heaPd, 
Pardon'd   my    Sins,   and   witn   a  Smile 
The  gracious  Pardon  feal'd. 

7.  O  !    may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  Mercy  of  my  God  ; 
Nor  ever  want  a  Tongue   to  Ipread 
His  loudeit  Praife    abroad. 

HYMN       CCCXLV, 

Bright   and  Morning   Star,  llev.  xxii.  16. 

1.  ^TE  Worlds    of  Light,  that  roll  fo  near 

X     The    Saviour's  Throne  of  Alining  Blifs, 
O  tell  how  mean  your  Glories  are, 
How  faint,  a;il  few,  conipar'd  with  his. 

2.  We   fmg  the  bright  and  Morning-Star, 

(  Jesus,  the  Spring  of  Light  and  Love  ;  ) 
See  how  its  Rays,  diffiis'd    from  far, 
Conuucl  us  to  the  Realms  above. 

3.  Its 


C    3i?    ) 

3.  Its  cheering  Beams,  fpread  wide  abroad, 
Point  out  the  puzzled    Chriftian's  W  ay  ; 
Still  as  he    goes,  he    finds  the  Read 
Enlighten'd  with  a  conftaiit  Day. 

4.  [  Thus  when  the  Eaftern  Magi   brought 
Their   Royal   Gifts,  a  Star  appears, 
Directs  them  to  the  Babe  they  fought, 

And  guides  their  Steps,  and  calms  their  Fears. 3 

5.  When  mail  we  reach  the    heavenly  Place, 
Where  this   bright  Star  will  biighteft  mine  ; 
Leave,  far  behind,  thefe  Scenes   of  2\ight, 
And   view  a   Luiire  fo    Divine ! 

HYMN     CCCXLVI. 

The  Sower,  Matt,  xiii.  4- -9. 

1.  "\7"E   Sons  of  Earth  prepare  the  Plough^ 

X     Break  up  your  fallow  Ground  I 
The   Sower   is  gone  forth  to  fow, 
And  fcatter   Blefiings   round. 

2.  The    Seed  that   finds   a   (tony  Soil. 

Shoots  forth    a  hairy   Blade  ; 
But  ill    repays  the  Sower's    Toil, 
Soon  withered,  fcorch'd,  and  dead. 

3.  The  thorny  Ground  is  fare  to  baulk 

All   Hopes  of  Harvefl  there  : 
We  find  a   tall  and  fickly   Stalk, 
But   not   the   fruitful  Ear, 

4.  The   beaten  Path,  and  High- Way    Side 

Receive  the    Trnft  in  vain  : 
The    watchful  Birds  the  Spoil  divide, 
And   pick   up  all  the  Grain. 

s.  But  where  the  Lord  of  Grace  and  Pov.'r 

Has 


C    316    ) 

Has  blefs'd  the  happy  Field  ; 
How    plenteous  is  the  Golden  Store 
The   Deep-wrought   Furrows  yield  I 

6.  Father  of  Mercies,  we  have   need 
Of  thy   preparing  Grace  ; 
Let  the  lame  Hand  that  gives  the    Seed 
Provide   a  Fruitful-Place. 

H    Y    M     N     CCCXLVII. 

Protection  from  Death,  Guard  of  Angels,  Vlthry   and 
Deliverance. 

1.  "\7"E  Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Pvace, 

X     Expos 'd  to  ev'ry    Snare, 
Come,    make  the   Lo&d   your    Dwelling-Place, 
And   try   and  truit  his  Care. 

2.  No  ill    mall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 

Or  if  the    Plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  Wicked  *  down  to  Hell, 
'Twill  raife  his    Saints  on  High. 

3.  He'll  give  his  Angels  Charge   to  keep 

Your   Feet   in  all  their  Ways 
To   watch  your  Pillows  while  you  fleep, 
And  Guard   your   happy  Days. 

4.  Their  Hands  mall  bear  you,  left  you  fall, 

And  dam  againft  the   Stones  : 

Are   they   not  Servants  at  his  Call  ; 

And    fent    t'  attend  his    Sons  i 

5.  Adders    and    Lions   ye  mall  tread  ; 

The  Tempter's  Wiles  defeat  ; 
He   that  hath  broke  the  Serpent's  Head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  Feet. 

().   i{  Jiecaufe  on  me  they  ict  their  Love, 
"  I'll  fare  them,"  faith  the  Lor-j, 

will 


C   317    ) 

"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  Soul  above 
«  Deftrucftion  and  the  Sword. 

7.  "  My  Grace  mall  anfwer  when  they  call  ; 

<<  In  Trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
«  My   Pow'r  mall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8.  "  Thofe   that  on  Earth  my  Name  have  known? 

"  I'll   honour  them  in  Heav'n  ; 
«  There  my  Salvation  mall  be    mown, 
"  And  endlefs  Life  be  giv'n." 

HYMN      CCCXLVIII. 

Death  and  the   Refurreftio?i. 

1 .  V£  Sons  of  Pride  that  hate  the  Juft, 

X     And  trample  on  the  Poor, 
When  Death  has  brought  you  down  to  Dufl, 
Your  Pomp  mail  rife  no  more. 

2.  The  laft  great  Day  fhall   change  the  Scene  ; 

When  will  that  Hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  Juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3.  God  will  my  naked  Soul  receive, 

When  fep'rate  from  the  Flefh; 
And  break  the  Prifon  of  the  Grave, 
To  raife  my  Bones  afrefli. 

4.  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  Home, 

Th'   Inheritance  is  fure ; 
Let  Men  of  Pride  their  Rage   refume, 
But   I'll   Repine   no  more. 

HYMN    CCCXLIX. 

Thj   Midnight  Cry,  Matt.  xxv.  6. 

E  Virgin  Souls,  arife, 
With  all  the  Dead    awake,  Unto 


,y 


C   318    ) 

Unto   Salvation  wife, 

Oil    in   your   Veflels  take  : 
Upllarting   at  the    Midnight- Cry, 
Behold   your  heav'nly    Bridegroom  nigh. 

2.  Ke  comes,  he   comes,    to  call 
The    Nations  to  his  Bar, 
And  take  to  Glory  all 

W  ho  meet   for  Glory  are  ; 
Make   ready  for  your  free  Reward, 
Go   forth  with    Joy   to   meet  your  Lorc- 

3.  Go   meet  him    in  the  Sky, 
Your  ever! ailing  Friend  ; 
Your    Head  to   glorify, 
With    all   his   Saints  afcend. 

Ye  pure  in   Heart,   obtain   the  Grace 
To  fee,    without  a   Veil,  his  Face. 

4.  Ye,   that  have  here  receiv'd 
The    Unction  from  above, 
And  in    his  Spirit   liv'd, 
And  thirfted  for  his    Love  ; 

Jesus  fhrrll   claim  you  for  his  Bride; 
Rejoice  with  all  the  Sancliiy'd. 

5.  Fejoice.  in  glorious  Hope, 
Of  that   great  Day  unknown, 
When   you  fhall  be   caught  up 
To  ftand  before  his   Throne  ; 

Cali'd    to  partake  the  A-arringe-Feafl, 
And   lean  on   our  linmanucl's    Breaft. 

6.  The    eve  -.-lading  Doors 
Shall   foon  the  Saint,    receive, 

ove   ihofe    Angel-Powers 
In    glorious  Joy  to  live ; 
Fr  r   f-om  a  V^orld  of  Grief  and  Sin, 
With  God  eternally   ihut  in. 


7.  Then 


C   319    ) 

7.  Then  let  us  wait  to   hear 

The  Trumpet's  welcome    Sound  ; 
To  fee  our  Lord  appear, 
May  we  be  watching    found  ; 

With  that  blefs'd  Wedding-Robe  endu'd, 

The   Blood  and  Righteoufnefs  of  God. 

H   Y   M   SI     CCCL. 

Providing    Bags   that  ivax  ?iot  old,  Luke  xii.  33. 

1.  ~17"ES,    there  are  Joys   that  cannot  die, 

JL     With  God  laid    up  in  Store  ; 
Treafure,    beyond   the  changing  Sky, 
Brighter  then    Golden    Ore. 

2.  The  Seeds  which  Piety    and     Love 

Have  fcatter'd  here  below, 
In  the   fair,    fertile  Fields  above, 
To  ample    Har veils  grow. 

3.  The  Mite,   my  willing   Hands  can  give, 

At   Jesus'   Feet    I  lay  ; 
Grace  fhall    the  humble    Gift  receive, 
And  Grace  at  large  repay. 

H   Y     M   N     CCCLI. 

The  Jttrafiion  of  the  Crofs,  John  xii.  32. 

r.    "yONDER amazing  Sight! 1  fee 

X      Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  the   accurfed  Tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his    Blood. 

2.  Behold   a  purple  Torrent  run 

Down    from   his  Hands   and  Head  : 
The    crimfbn  Tide    puts  out  the  Sun  ; 
His   Groans    awake  the  Dead. 

3.  The  Trembling  Earth,   the  darken'd  Sky 

Proclaim 


C   320   ) 

Proclaim    the  Truth  aloud  ! 
And  with  th'  aniaz'd  Centurion  cry, 
<.<  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4.  So  great,    fo   vaft  a  Sacrifice 

May   well   my  Hope  revive  : 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds    and  dies, 
The   Sinner  fure   may   live. 

5.  O  that   thefe  Cords  of  Love  Divine, 

Might   draw   me,    Lord,   to  Thee  ! 
Thou  haft  my    Heart,    it   fhall  be  thine — 
Tii  me   it  fhall  ever  be  ! 

HYMN  CCCLII. 

1.  ^7  ION  rejoice,  lift  up  your  Voice  -y 
JL4  Your  Saviour  will    appear  ; 

The  Lamb,    once   flain,  will   come  to  reign 
With   you,  a  thoufand  Years. 

2.  Satan  he'll  bind,  as   you  will  find, 

And  Jesus   will   be  King  ; 
The   Saints   he'll    raife  to  ling  his    Praife, 
And  Death  mall  lofe   his  Sting. 

3.  He's  bleft  indeed,  that  mall  be  freed 

From  Sin,  Hell,  and  the  Grave  ; 
Over  that  Man  Death  never  can 
The  leaft  Dominion  have. 


FINIS. 


THE   FIRST 

TABLE 

To  find   any   HYMN   by  the   firft  Line, 
The    Figures    direct   to  the  Page, 

A 

Page 

A   Form    of  Words,  tho*    e'er   fo   found  I 

Ah  !  lovely    Appearance  of  Death  2 

Alas,  my  God,  that  thou  mould  be  4 

Alas  !  and    did  my  Saviour  bleed  5 

All  you  that  love   the  Lord  draw   near  6 

All    ye  that   pafs  by  7 

Am    I    a    Soldier    of  the  Crofs  ft 

And  muft  this    Body    die  9 

And  now  my    Soul,    another  Year  10 

And   why,  dear  Sav'our  tell  me  why  10 

Arife,   O  King  of  Grace,    arife  12 

Arife,  my  tend'reit  Thoughts  arife  12 

Awake,    and   Sing  the    Song  13 

Awake,  my  Soul,   and   with  the  Sun  14 

Away   dark    Thoughts,  awake,    my  Joy  i£ 

B 

BEfore   Jehovah's   awful    Throne  16 

Behold  how  Sinners  difagree  16 

Behold    the    Glories   of  the  Lamb  1 7 

Behold  the  Grace  appears  1 8 

Behold  the   Love,  the  gen'rous  Love  19 

Behold  the  fure   foundation    Stone  20 

Behold  the  Wretch  whofe   Luft   and  Wine  20 

Befide  the    Gofpel    Pool  21 

Beftow,    dear  Lord,  upon  onr  Youth  22 

Believers  own  they  are   but  blind  23 

BleiPd  are  the  humble   Souls  that  fee  24 

Blefled  are  they  (the  Scriptures  fay)  25 

X  Bleft 


ii  FIRST 

Page 

Bleft   are  the  Souls   that  hear  and  know  26 

Bleft  be   my  God   that  I   was  born  27 

Bleft  is  the  Man  whofe  Bowels  move  28 

Bleft  is  the  Man  who  fhuns  the  Place  20 

Bleft  Morning,  whofe  dawning  Rays  29 

Blow  ye  the   Trumpet,  blow  30 

Bright  burning   Beams  of  Gofpel  Grace  31 

Broad  is  the  Road  that  leads  to  Death  32 

Buried  in  Baptism  with  our  Lord  32 

By  what  amazing  Ways  33 

By  whom  was  David  taught  34 

c 

CAn  fuch  Poor  feeble   Worms  as  we  35 

Children  of  Ifrael  fee  what  Shade  35 

Children  of  the  heav'nly    King  36 

Chrift  the   Lord  is  ris'n  to  Day  37 

Come  all  ye  chofen  Saints  of  God  38 

Come  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and   dwell  39 

Come   defcend,   O  heav'nly  Spirit  40 

Come   heav'nly  Love,  infpire  my  Song  41 

Come   hither  ye,   that  fain  would  know  42 

Come   holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove  42 

Come  let  me  Love  ;  or  is  my  Mind  43 

Come  let  us  ail  unite  to  praife  44 

Come  let  us  join  a  joyful  Tune  45 

Come   let  us  join  our  chearful  Songs  4  > 

Come  fee  the  Pow'r  of  Chrift  our  King  47 

Come  thou  Fount   of  ev'ry   Bl effing  48 

Come  thou  long  expected  Jefus  49 

Come  ye  Sinners  poor  and  wretched  4<) 

C onft rain d  by  their  Lord  to  embark  51 

D 

Day  of  Judgment,  Day   of  Wonders  52 
Dear   Friends,    Farewel,  I  go  to  Dwell       53 
Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  Soul  54 

Dear  Lord,  how  wond'rous  is  thy  Love  55 

Death 


TABLE.  iii 

Page 

Death  may   diftblve  my   Body  now  56 

Deatli  !  'Tis  a  melancholy  Day  57 

Deferters  to  the  Camp  return  58 

Did  our  Immanuel  die  for  us  58 

Difciples  of  Chrift  59 

Dismifs  us  with  thy   Bleffing  Lord  60 

Does  it  not  Grief  and   Wonder  move  60 

Do  we   not  know  that  folemn  Word  61 

E 

ELijah's  Example  declares  62 
E'er  the  blue  Heav'ns  where  ftretch'd  &c.       (>1 

Eternal  God,  thy  Pow'r  make  known  64 

Eternal  Majefty  on  High  (\% 

F 

FAir   Salem's   Daughters    alk  to   know  65 

Father,  Jiow   wide  thy  Glory  mines  67 

Father,  I  ilretch  my  Hands  to  thee  68 

Father  of  faithful  Abrah'm,  hear,  6H 

Father,  of  Heav'n  we  thee  adore  69 

Far  from  thefe  narrow  Scenes  of  Night  70 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the   Skies  71 

From  Sheba  a  diftant  Report  71 

G 

Cv  Ethfemane,  thou  dolefome  Place  72 

S   Glory,  Glory,  Glory,  Glory  73 

Glory  to  the  my  God  this    Night  74 

God  of  my  Life,  look  gently  down  74 

God  of  my  Salvation  hear  75 

God  moves  in  a  myiterious    Way  77 

God  of  the  Morning,  at  whofe  Voice  77 

Go  preach  my  Gofpel  faith  the   Lord  78 

Go   wormip  at   Immanuel 's   Feet  79 

Grace  !   'tis   a   charming  Sound  Si 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine    Ear  82 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  Sentence  juft  S3 

Greateft  Kigh-Piieft,    Saviour   Chrift  8? 
X  2                             Great 


iv  THEFIRST 

Page 

Great  was  the   Day,   the  Joy  was  great  84 

Guide   me  O  thou   great  Jehovah  85: 

H 

HArk  from  the  Tombs  a  doleful  Sound  $$ 

Hail   the  Day  that  fees   him  rife  86 

Hark,  the  glad  Sound  !  the  Sav'or  comes  87 
Hear  what  the  Voice  from  Heav'n  proclaims    8& 

He  conies !  he  comes  !  the  Saviour  dear  88 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  Sinners  dies  !  89 

Holy    Lamb,   who  thee  receive  90 

Hofanna.  to  the  royal  Son  9 1 

How  beautious  are  their  Feet  92 

How  condelcending,  and  how  kind  93 

How  honourable  is  the  Place  94 

How  happy  is  the  Chriftian  State  9J 

How   long  mail  Death  the  Tyrant  reign  95 

How  meanly   dwells  th'immortal  Mind  96 

How  mail  the  Young  fecure  their  Hearts  98 

How  fad  our  State  by  Nature  is  99 

How  ihould  the  Sons  of  Adams  Race  ico 

How  Strong  thine  Arm  is  mighty  God  10 1 

How  fweet  the  Name  of  Jefus   founds  102 

How  vain  are  all   Things  here  below  103 

How  wondrous  are  the  Works  of  God  103 

I 

I  am  faith  (Thrift  the    Way  105 

j  aik  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow  105 

If  Paul  in  Ceafars  Court  mult  Hand  106 

If  glorious   Angels  do  rejoice  107 

1  lift  my  Banner,  faith  the   Lord  io<? 

I  love  the    Windows  of  thy  Grace  1 09 

I'm   not  afham'd  to   own  my  Lord  IC9 

In   ail    my    vaft  Concerns  with  Thee  no 

In   thine  own  Ways  O  God  of  Love  in 

It    is  not  good,  Jehovah  faid  112 
I  that   am  drawn  out  of  the  Depth 


I've 


TABLE.  v 

Page 

I've   found  the  Pearl    of  greateft  Price  114 

I  want    an  Heart   to  pray  115 

I  would    but  cannot  fing  116 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el    hear  1 1 7 

jefus   Chriit,  the  Lord's  anointed  118 

Jefus,    drinks   the  bitter  Cup  120 

jefus,   in  thee  our    Eyes  behold  121 

[efus,  Lover  of  my  Soul  122 

'jefus,    my  .All  to    Heav'n  is  gone  123 

Jefus,  the   only  Thought    of  Thee  124 

Jefus,    the  Man  of  conftant   Grief  125 

}efu,  Redeemer,   Saviour,    Lord  126 

Jefu,  thy  Blood    and  Righteoufnefs  127 

Join  all  ye  glorious    Names  128 

Joy  is    a    Eruit  that  will    not  grow  i;t 

joy  to  the  World  -,  the    Lord  is  come  132 

K 

Kind  are  the  Words  that  Jefus    fpeaks  132 
Kind  Souls,  who  for  the  Mis'ries  moan      133 

Kind    Soul  reflect,  awhile  with   me  134 

Know,  ye  that  are   of  Adams  Race  135 

Kindred   in  Chrift,  for  his  dear  fake  135 

L 

LEt    ev'ry  Mortal    Ear  attend  136 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  137 

-  Let  others  boait   how  ilrong  they  be  138 
Let   Party  Names  no  more  139 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  Efteem  130, 

Let  us,  the  Sheep  by  Jefus  nam'd  140 

Let    Zion  and  her  Sons  rejoice  141 

Lo  !  he  cometh,  countlefs  Trumpets  1 42 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Sight  appears  143 

Lo,  what  an   entertaining   Sight  144 

Lord  (Thrift   reveal  thy   holy    Face  144 

Lord  difmifs  us   with   thy  Bleffing  1 45 

Lord  I    am  vile   conceiv'd  in  Sin  14S 

X  3  Lord, 


vi  THE     FIRST 

Page 

Lord,  lam  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove  146 

Lord,  how  Myfterious  are  thy  Ways  147 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  Conscience  was  148 

Lord,    I  believe  a   Reft  remains  149 

Lord,  in  the  Morning  thou  flialt  hear  1 50 

Lord,  of  the  Worlds  above  151 

Lord,  thou  haft  planted   me    a  Vine  152 

Loid  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I   pray  153 

Lord,  'tis   an  infinite  Delight  153 

Lord,  what   a  feeble   Piece  154 

Lord,  what    a  thoughtleis  Wretch  was  I  155 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  156 

Lord,   we  confefs  our  num'rous  Faults  156 

Lord,  when  I  hear  thy    Children  talk  157 

Lo  1  he  comes  with  Clouds  defcending  1 5% 

M 

MErcy  is  welcome  News  indeed  159 

Meffiah  full  of  Grace  160 

Miftaken  Souls  3   that  dream  of  Heav'n  161 

Mourning,    and   drooping,  here  J  lie  162 

My    drowfy  Pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  165 

My  God  accept  my    early  Vows  165: 

My   God    I  am  thine  1  A6 

My  Lord,  how  greats  the  Favour  167 

My    Soul  come  meditate  the  Day  16S 

My   Soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  169 

NAked,   as   from  the  Earth  we  came  170 
Nor   Eye  has  feen,  nor  Ear  has  heard      17c 

No,  I   mail  envy   them   no   more  172 

Not  diff'rent  Food  nor  diff'rent  Drefs  172 

Now  be  the  God  of  Ifra'l  blcis'd  17; 

Now  begin   the  heav'nly  Theme  1  74 

Now   by  the  Howels   of  my   God  17? 

Now  gracious   Lord,  thine  Ann  reveal  1  76 

Now  from  the  Altar  of  my  Heart  176 

Now 


TABLE.  vii 

Pape 

Now  from  the  Garden  to  the  Crofs  177 

Now    let    my  Faith  grow  ftrong  and  rife  1 78 

Now  let  our  Pains  be  all  forgot  1 79 

Now  let  our  mournful  Songs  record  180 

Now  Lord,  tho'  we  mull  part  awhile  181 

Xnow  may  the  Spirit's  holy  Fire  182 

o 

OFt  I  have  fat  in  Secret  Sighs  183 

Oh  for  a  Glance  of  heav'nly  Day  184 

Oh,  that  1  had  a  Bofom  Friend  18  J 

Once   a  Woman  filent  flood  186 

Once    more  before  we  part  188 

Once  more  my  Soul,  the  rifing   Day  188 

Once   more    the   conftant  Sun  18-9 

Once  more  we  come  before   our  God  18-0 

On  Thee  O  God  of  Purity  290 

Out   of  the  Depths  of  long  Diftrefs  191 

O   come   let    us  join  102 

O  come    thou  wounded  Lamb  of   God  193 

O  for   an    Heart  to  Love  my  God  194 

O   for  an  overcomming   Faith  195 

O  for  a  fweet  inspiring  Ray  195 

O  for  a   Thoufand   Tongues  to  fing  106 

Our   God,    our  Help  in  ./\ges  pail  197 

O  Jefus,  our    Lord  198 

O  Lamb    of  God,  our  Saviour  199 

O    Lord,  thou  know'ft  my  Soul's  Defires  199 

O  Lord  !  to  whom  for  Help  I  call  200 

O   my  Lord,  what  mud  I  do  201 

O  Praife  the    Lord  of  Heav'n  202 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways  203 

O  that  I  knew  the  Secret  Place  204 

O    tell    me  no  more  20  > 

O  that  my  Soul  were  now  as  fair  206 

O  thou,    whole  tender  Mercy  hears  207 

O  'tis    a  lovely  Thing  to  fee  20V. 

O  what  a  wretched  Land  is   this  209 

O  what  iliall  I  do  to  retrieve  2ip 

X  4  P 


Vui  THE    F  I  11  S  T 

P  Page 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Hand  21 1 

Plung'd  in  a  Gulf  of  dark  Deipair  2T2 

Poor    Efau   repented  too  late  213 

Praife  to  the  Lord  of  boundlefs  Might  2 1 4 

Pray'r   was  appointed  to  convey  215 

Precious   Bible  what  a  Treafure  216 

Pv 

REdeemed  Ones  the  Heirs  of  God  216 

Rejoice  evermore  21 7 

Rejoice,   the  Lord  is  King  218 

Religion   is  the  chief  Concern  219 

Remember,  Lord,    our  Mortal  State  220 

Repent   ye   Sons  of  Men,    repent  22 1 

Rile,  my    Soul,  and  ftretch  thy  Wings  222 

Rife,    Zion,  fhine,  thy    Light  is   come,  223 

Rock  of  Ages,    flielter  me  225 

s 

SAlvation,   oh,  the  joyful  Sound  !  224 

Saviour,  i  do   feel  tiiy   Merit  22  5 

Saviour   of  Men,    we   blefs  thy   Name  226 

Saw  ye  not  the    Cloud  arife  226 

See,    gracious    Lord,  with  pitying   Eyes  227 

See  how  rude  Winter's    Icy    Hand  228 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  229 

Sinners,    the  Voice   of  God  regard  2  ;o 

Shall   I    for  fear  of  feeble   Man  2;i 

Shall   the  vile  Race  of  Flefh  and  Blood  272 

Shall  Wifdom    cry  aloud  233 

So  did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife  254 

So  let  our  Lips  and  Cives  exprefs  2;., 

Stand  up,   my  Soul,  fliake  off  thy  Fears  2;^ 

Stay,    thou  infulted  Spirit  Ihiy  2;6 

Still  out   of  the  deepeft  Abyls  2  r6 

Strait  is  the   Way,   the  Door  is  ft:  ait  2:7 

Strange  that  fo  much  of  Keav'n  and  Hell  2    } 

Sweet   is  the    Work  my  God  my  King  2J<; 


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T  Page 

TEach  me  the  Meafbre  of  my  Days  240 

That  awful  Day  will  furely  come  241 

That  Man  no  Guard  nor   Weapon  needs  242 

The    Deluge   at  the  Almightys  Call  243 

The  Fountain  of  Chriff.  244 

The   God  Jehovah  reigns  146 

The   holy  Eunuch,  when  baptiz'd  246 

Tis  finifh'd,    the  Redeemer    faid  247 
The   Lord   that  made  both  Heav'n  and  Earth  2/f8 

The  Lord,   the  Judge,    before  his  Throne  250 

The    Majefty  of  Solomon  250 

The  Mem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord  251 

The  Sinner  that  by  precious  Faith  252 

The    Souls    that   would  to  Jefus  prefs  253 

The   One  thing  needful,    that  good  Part  254 

The  Saints    appear  to  tread  the  Courts  255 

The   Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  appears  25:6 

Thee    we  adore,    Eternal  Name  256 

There  is  a   Houfe  not  made  with  Hands  257 
Thefe  glorious   Minds  how  bright  they  mine     258 

This  fpacious  Earth   is  all  the  Lord's  259 

Tho'    Jericho  pleafantly  Hood  260 

Thou   Shepherd  of  Ifrael,    and  Mine,  261 

Thou  Sov'reign,    let  my  EVning  Song  262 

Tho'    Troubles  affail  263 

Thus    Agur  breath'd  his  warm  Defire  265 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  265 

Thus   faith  the  High  and   lofty  One  266 

Thus   was    the  great  Redeemer    plung'd  267 

Thy  Mercies  fill  the  Earth,  O  Lord    ■  268 

'Tis  a  Point  I  long  to  know  269 

To  Day  God  bids  the  Faithful  reft  270 

Try  us,    O  God,    and  fearch  the  Ground  271 

Two  are  better   far  then   one  272 


u 


y 

Pward  I  lift  mine    Eves  2  73 

'X  J  V 


V 


THE      FIRST 

Y  Page 

Ain  Man  thy  fond   Purfuits  forbear  274 


w 

WE  are  a  Garden  wall'd  around 
We  blefs  the  Father  and  the  Son 
What  Contradictions  meet 
What  equal  Honours  mall  we  bring 
What  happy  Men,  or  Angels,  thefe 
What  Mighty  Man,  or  mighty  God 
What  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 
What  think  you  of  Chrift  I  is  the  Tefl 
What  various  Hindrances  we  meet 
When  all  the  Mercies,  O  my  God 
When  Abraham's  Servant  to  procure 
When  blooming  Youth  is  fnatch'd  away 
When  Chriir.  fhall  rend  from  End  to  End 
When  compafs'd  with  Clouds  of  Diftrefs 
When  Darknefs  long  has  vail'd  my  Mind 
When  defcending  from  the  Sky 
When  God  reveal 'd  his  gracious  Name 
When  Hannah  prefs'd  with  Grief 
When  I  can  read  my  Title  clear 
When  John  (tho'  a  Man  ) 
When,  Jofeph  his  Brethren  beheld 
When  O  dear  Jems,  when  (hall  I 
When  our  great  So v 'reign  from  on  High 
When  riling  from  the  Bed  of  Death 
When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  Diftrefs, 
Whence  do  our  mournful  Thoughts  arife  301 
While  Shepherds  watch  their  Flocks  by  Night  303. 
Wrlio    has   belie v'd  thy  Word  302 

Who  is  this  fair  One  in  Diftrefs 
Who  mail  inhabit  in  thy   Hill 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  Friends 
Why  flow  thefe  Torrents  of  Diftrefs 
With  Joy   we   meditate  the  Grace 


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\7E  Children  of  your  God   attend  50S 

X     Ye  dying  Sons  of  Men  309 

Ye  humble  Souls   approach  your   God  o 

Ye  humble   Souls  that  feck   the  Lord  310 

Ye  humble  Sinners,   in   whofe    Breaft  311 

Ye  little  Flock,   whom  jefus  feeds  312 
Ye   mourning  Saints,  whofe  dreaming  Tears     313 

Ye  Souls  that  fear  the  Lord  313 

Ye   Worlds  of  Light,  that  roll  fo  near  314 

Ye  Sons  of  Earth   prepare  the  Plow  315 

Ye  Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Race  316 

Ye  Sons  of  Pride  that  hate  the  Jufl  317 

Ye  Virgin  Souls  arife  317 

Yes,  there  are  Joys  that  cannot  die  319 

Yonder — amazing   Sight    I  fee  310 


r^Ion   rejoice,   lift  up  your  Voice  32© 


^p^ 


THE 


xii  THE    SECOND 

INDEX  or   TABLE. 

Suited  to  Particular  Subjects  or   Occasions, 

I.  For    the   Nativity    of  Chrift.  Page 

A  Way  dark  Thoughts,  awake  my  Joy  i  j 

Behold  the  Grace  appears  18 

Hark,  the  glad  Sound  !  the  Saviour  comes  8  7 

While  Shepherds  watch'd  their   Flocks  302 

2.  The  Life  of  Chrift,  with  his  Char  afters  and 

Reprfe?itations. 

Behold  the  Love  the  gen'rous  Love  19 

Behold  the  lure  Foundation  Stone  20 

Ere  the  blue  Heav'ns  were  ftrecch'd  abroad  63 

Go  worfhip  at  Immanuels  Feet  79 

Hofanna  to  the  Royal  Son  91 

Mow  condefeending,  and  hew  kind  93 

How  Iweet  the  Name  of  Jefus  founds  102 

I  am  faith   Chrift  the  Way  105 

I've  found  the  Pearl  of  greateft  Price  114 

Jems  Chrift  the  Lords  anointed  118 

Jefus  in  thee  our  Eyes  behold  121 

Jefus  my  All  to  Heav'11  is  gone  123 

jefus  the  Man  of  Conflant  Grief  125: 

Jefus,  thy  Blood  and  Righteoufnefs  127 

Now  be  the  God  of  lfrael  blefs'd  1 73 

Rock  of  Ages  fhelter  me  223 

Shall  Wisdom  cry  aloud  233 

So   did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife  234 

The    Fountain   of  Chrift  245 

The   Lord  that  made  both  Heav'n  &c.  248 

The  Majefty  of  Solomon  250 

What   think  ye   of  Chrift  302 

With  Joy    we  meditate   the   Grace  307 

34  The  Pa  (ft  071  of  Chrift. 

Alas  !    and   did  my  Saviour  bleed  5 

All 


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Page 

All  ye  that   pafs   by  7 

And   why   dear  Saviour  tell  me  why  i  o 

Come  all  ye   chofen   Saints    of  God  38 

Gethfemane    thou   dolefoms    Place  72 

Greateft  High-Prieft,    Saviour,   Chrift  83 

He   dies,  the  Friend  of  Sinners   dies  89 

Jefus   drinks    the   bitter  Cup  129 

Now   from  the    Garden  to  the   Crofs  177 

Now   let  our  Pains  be  all  forgot  1 70 

Now   let  our   mournfull    Songs  record  180 

O    Lamb  of  God,    the    Saviour  199 

'  Tis  finifh'd,    the  Redeemer  faid  z.aj 

What   equal   Honours  mail   we  bring  273 

Yonder  amazing  Sight  I  fee  319 

4.     The  R  furrettion    of   Chrift, 
Blefs'd   Morning,  whofe  young  dawning  Ray's  29 

Chrift  the   Lord  is  ris'n    to  Day  27 

The  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  appears  256 

Ye  humble   Souls  that  feek  the  Lord  310 

5.  The    Afcention  o/Chrft. 

Hail  the  Day  that  fees  him  rife  86 

This  fpacious   Earth  is  all  the  Lords  259 

6.  The  in'ercefion    of  Chrift 

Saviour,  I   do  feel  thy  Merit  225 

7.  The  Effufio?i    of  the  Spirit. 

Great  was  the  Day,  the  Joy   was  great  84 

Go   preach  my  Gofpel,   faith  the  Lord  78 

8.  On    Baptifm 

Buried  in  Baptifm  with  our  Lord  32 

By   what  amazing   Ways  33 

Do  we  not  know  that   folemn  Word  61 

Father  of  Heav'n  we  thee    Addrefs  69 

If  glorious  Angels   do  rejoice  107 

The   holy  Eunuch  when  Baptis'd  246 

We 


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We  blefs  the  Father,  and  the  Son 

When    John    (tho  a  Man) 

Ye  Children   of  your  God  attend 

9.     For  wajhhig  of  Feet,   and  the  Lords  Supper. 

When  our  great  Sovreign   from  on  High         29S 
Come,   let  us  join  a  joyfull  Tune  45 

The   Mem'ry  of  our    dying  Lord  251 

io-     Holy    Fortitude. 
Am   I  a  Soldier   of  the   Crofs 
By  whom    was  David  taught 
I'm  not  afham'd   to  own  my  Lord 
Let  me   but  hear  my   Saviour  fay 
No  I  mall  envy    them  no  more 
Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble  Man 
Stand  up  my  Soul  fhake  off  thy  Fears 
When  .  Abraham's  Servant  to  procure 
Ye   humble    Sinners   in  whole  Breafl 

11.  Morning   Hymns* 

Awake  my    Soul  and  with   the    Sun 
God  of  the  Morning  a^  whofe  Voice 
Lord  in  the  Morning  thou  malt  hear 
My  God  accept  my  ea'ly  Vows 
Once   more  my  Soul  the  rifmg    Day 
Sweet  is  the  Work  my  God  my  King 
To  Day  God  bids  the  Faithful   reft 
Ye  Worlds    of  Light  that  roll    fo    near 

12.  Fvej-ir.g    Hymns* 
Glory  to  Thee  my  God  this  Night 
Lord  thou  wilt  hear  ne  when  I  pray  : 
Now  from  the  Altar  of  my    Heart 
Thou  SovYei<m  let  my    Ey'ning  Song                 : 
Thus   far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on                          : 
When    O  dear  Jefus,  when  mall  I                     : 

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13.  For  New  -Tears  Day. 

Page 

And  now  my  Soul  another  Year  10 

Now    gracious  Lord  thine  Arm  reveal  176 

Once  more   the  conitant  Sun  189 

0  praife  the  Lord  of  Heav'n  202 

14.  Pralfe  to  the  Redeemer. 

Come    heav'nly  Love  infpire  my  Song  41 

Come    let  us  join  our  chearful  Songs  46 

Did  our  Immanuel  die  for  us  58 

1  that  am  drawn  out  of  the  Depths  113 
Join  all  the  glorious  Names  12B 
Let  us  the  Sheep  by  jefus  nam'd  1 40 
O  come  let  us  join  102 

0  Jefus  our  Lord  jqS 
Plung'd  in  a  Gulf  of  dark  Defpair  212 
Salvation,  oh  the  joyful  Sound  224 
Saviour  of  Men,  we  blefs  thy  Name  226 
What /hall    I  render    to  my  God  280 

15.  The    Myjlery    of  the  Crofs. 

Children  of  Ifra'l  fee  what  Shade  35- 

God  moves  in  a  Myite  lions  Way  77 
Now  let  my  Faith    grow   ftrong  and  rife          1 7  > 

The    Souls  that  would  to  Jefus  Prefs  253 

16.  On    the    Fall    of  Ma?:,     or   Depravity 

of  Human  Nature. 

Arife  my    tend'reft   Thoughts  arife  12 

All    you  that  love  the    Lord  draw  near  6 

How   fad  our    State  by  Nature  is  09 

1  would  but  cannot  ling  116 
Miftaken  Souls  that  dream  of  Heav'n  161 
My  Lord  how  great's  the  Favour  167 
O  for  a  Glance  of  heav'nly  Day  184 
Tho'   Jericho  pleafantly  ftood  260 

Alas 


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1 7.  Longing  after  Chrijl. 

Alas  my  God  that  thou  lhould'ft  be 
Can  fucli  poor  feeble   Worms  as  we 
Come  let  me  love  or  is  my  Mind 
Holy   Lamb  who   Thee  receive 
I   love  the  Windows  of  thy  Grace 
Jefus  the  only   Thought  of  Thee 
Jefu  Lover  of  my  Soul 
Lord  of  the  Worlds  above 
Mourning  aud  drooping    here,  I  lie 
Oh  that   I  had  a  Bofom    Friend 
The  one  Tiling   needfuil  that  good  Part 
Thou  Shepherd    of  Ifra'l  and  mine 

18.  Supplicatory  Hymns. 
Arife  O  King  of  Grace  arife 
Before  Jehovahs  awful  Throne 
Beftow  dear    Lord  upon  our  Youth 
Bright  burning  Beams  of  Gofpel  Grace 
Come   cleared:    Lord  defcend  and  dwell 
Come  defcend  O  heav'nly  Spirit 
Come  holy  Spirit  heav'nly  Dove 
Come  thou   Fount  of  ev'ry  Bleffing 
Eternal   God   thy  Pow'r  make  known 
Father  I  Stretch  my  Hands  to  Thee 
Guide  me    O  thou  great    Jehovah 

In   thine  own   Ways  O    God  of  Lore 

I   want   an    Heart  to    pray 

Jefu  Redeemer,    Saviour  Lord 

Lord  how   Myfterious  are  thy  Ways 

Lord  we  come    before    Thee  now 

Now  may  the   Spirits   holy  Fire 

O    Come,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 

O  for  an   Heait  to  love  my  God 

O    for    an  overcoming    Faith 

O  for   a  fweet  infpi.  "ng  Ray 

O   Lord  thou  knowft  iity  Souls  Defires 

O  that   the  Loid  would  guide  my  Ways 


See 


INDEX.  xvii 

Page. 

See   how   rude  Winter's  Icy  Hand  228 

Thus  Agur  breath'd  his  warm  Defire  265 

Try  us   O  God  and  fearch   the  Ground  271 

Upward    I  lift  mine  Eyes  273 

What   various    Hindrances  we  meet  282 

When  Hannah  prefs'd  with  Grief  292 

19.  Chrijlian  Confolation. 

Blefs'd  is  the  Man,  who  ftiuns  the  Place  2S 

Death  may  diilblve  my  Body   now  56 

Far  from  thefe  narrow  Scenes  oi  Night  70 

How  happy  is  the  Chriitian  State  95 

Kind  Souls,  who  for  the  Mis'ries  moan  133 

Lord,  lam   thine,  but  thou   wilt  prove  146 

Lord,  'tis   an  infinite  Delight  153 

Mercy  is  welcome  News  indeed  1 59 

Nor   Eye  has  feen,  nor  Ear  has  heard  I7r 

We   are  a  Garden  wall'd  around  27  > 

What  happy  Men,    or  Angels,    thefe  278 

20.  Converfoji. 

Behold  the  Wretch  whofe   Lull:   and  Wine  20 

Believers  own  they  are    but  blind  33 

BlelT'd  a^e  the  humble   Souls  that  fee  24 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  Confcience   was  148 

The  Sinner  that  by  precious  Faith  252 

When  God     revcal'd   his  gracious   Name  291 

When,    jofeph  his  Brethren   beheld  295 

Who  is  this  fair  One  in  Diltrefs  304 

Who  fliall  inhabit   in  thy   Hill  305 

Ye  Souls  that  fear  the  Lord  313 

2T.     The  Wonders    of  Redeeming  Love, 

Dear  Lord,  how  wond'rous  is  thy  Love  SS 

Hew  wondrous  are  the  Works  of  God  103 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  Theme  174 
Y                                       22.  The 


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22.  The  Bleffednefs  of  the  Gofpel. 

Bleft   are  the  Souls   that  hear  and  know  2  6 

Bleft  be   my   God  that  I   was  born  2  7 

Blow  ye  the   Trumpet,  blow  3° 

From  Sheba  a  diftant  Report  7 1 

Grace   firfl  contriv'd  the/ Way  f>'l 

How  beautious  are  their  Feet  9 1 

How  honourable  is  the  Place  o4 

Joy  is    a    Fruit  that  will    not  grow  1 3 1 

Let    ev'ry  Mortal    Ear  attend  136 

Lord,  thou  haft  planted    me    a  Vine  152 

Religion    is  the  chief  Concern  219 

Repent   ye    Sons  of  Men,    repent  226 

Saw  ye  not  the    Cloud  arife  226 

Thy  Mercies  fill  the  Earth,  O  Lord  268 

23.  The  Pilgrimage  of  Saints,, 

Broad  is  the  Road  that  leads  to  Death  32 

Children  of  the  heav'nly    King  36 

O  !  what  a  wretched  Land  is  this  200 

Redeemed   Ones  the  Heirs  of  God  216 

Strait  is  the    Way,  the  Door  is  itrait  237 

24.  On  the  Kingdom  ofChrift. 

A  Form    of  Words,  tho'    e'er   fo   found  1 

Before   Jehovah  s    awful    Throne  1 6 

Behold   the    Glories   of  the  Lamb  1 7 

Lo,  what* a  glorious  Sight  appears  143 

JVejoice  evermore  217 

Rejoice,   the  Lord  is  King  218 

The    Lord  Jehovah  reigns  246 
Thefe  glorious   Minds  how  bright  they  mine     258 

When    defcending    from   the    Sky  290 

25.  Invitation  to  Traife  and  Repentance, 

Awake,   and   Sing  the    Song  1 3 

Come  let  us  all  unite  to  praife  44 

Come 


INDEX.  xxi 

gi.     Before   Sermon  ijl.  After  Sermon  2d. 

Pare 
ift,)  Does  it  not  Grief  and  Wonder  move  60 
The  Saints    appear  to  tread  the  Courts  255 

2d.)  Dismifs  us  with  thy   Bleffing  Lord  60 

Lord  difmifs  us  with   thy  Blefiing  M5 

Once   more  before  we  part  188 

32.  The  Being    and  Perfections  of  God. 

Eternal  Majefty  on  High 

Fair   Salem's   Daughters    aik  to   know 

Father,  how  wide  thy  Glory  mines 

How   mould  the  Sons  of  Adams  Race 

How  Strong  thine  Arm  is  mighty  God 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  Ifr'el   hear 

In   all    my    vaft  Concerns  with  Thee 

Praife   to  the  Lord  of  Boundlefs  Might 

When   all  thy  Mercies,    O  my  God 

Whence  do  our  mournful   Thoughts  arife 

33.  On   the    holy  Scriptures. 
How  mall  the  Young  fecure  their  Hearts 
It   is  not  good,  Jehovah  faid 
Precious   Bible   what  a   Treafure 

34.  On   Charity  and  VncharttaUenefs. 

Behold  how   Sinners   difagree 

Blefs'd  is  the  Man  whole  Bowels  move 

Let  Pharifees   of  high  Efteem 

Not  difFrent  Food  nor  different  Drefs 

Once  a  Woman  filent  flood 

35.  For   the   Hope  of  IfraeL 

Come  thou  Ion  or  expected  Jefus  49 

Father  of  faithful  Abra'm,  hear,  63 

I  lift  my  Banner,  faitfi  the   Lord  10ft 

Joy  to  the  World  ;  the    Lord  is  come  132 

Let   Zionandher  Sons  rejoice  M1 

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Mefliah  full  of  Grace  160 

What    Mighty  Man,    or  mighty  God  279 

Zion   rejoice,   lift  up  your  Voice  320 

•    36.     Penite?itial   Hyitms, 

Belide  the    Gofpel    Pool  21 

God  of  my  Life,  iook  gently  down  74 

God  of  my  Salvation  hear  75 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine    Ear  82 

Lord  I    am  vile    conceiv'd  in  Sin  145 

O    Lord  :  to  whom  for  Help  1  call  200 

O    my  Lord,  what  inuft   1  do  201 

O  that  1  knew  the   Secret  Place  204 

O  that  my  S-ul  were  now  as  fair  206 

O  thou,    whofe  tender  Mercy  hears  207 

O   what    mall  I    do   to  retrieve  2IO 

Poor   Efau    repented  too  late  215 

See,    gracious    Lord,  with  pitying   Eyes  227 

Still  out   of  the  deepen:  Abyfs  236 

'Tit,  u  Point  I  long  to  know  269 

When    rifing  from  the  Bed  of  Death  299 

Wnen  we  are  rais'a   from  deep  Diitrefs,  300 

37.  Brotherly   Love. 

Dear  Friends,    Farewel,  I  go  to  Dwell  5 3 

Kindied    in  Chrift,  for  his  dear  lake  13 5" 

Let    Party  .Names  no  more  139 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining   Sight  144 

T^ow    Lord  uio1    we  mult  Part  awhile  181 

O    'tis  -^  lovely  Thing  to  fee  208 

Two  are  better   far  then   one  272 

38.  Spiritual  P overt  , 

Lord,  when  1  hear  thy    Children  talk  15 7 

]\  v    i.l  u  wfy  I  ov.'j s,  w Ly  deep  yc  fo  J  f>9 

On  rhee  O  God  of  Parity  190 

Out  of  the  Depths  of  long  Diftrefs  191 

Stay 


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Page 

Come  fee  the  Pow'r  of  Chrift  our  King  47 

Come  ye  Sinners  poor  and  wretched  40 

Deferters  to  the  Camp  return  $8 

Difciples  of  Chrift  50 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the   Skies  71 

I  afk'd  the  Lord,  that  I  might^giow  105 

Know,  ye  that  are   of  Adams  Race  135 

Now    by  the  Bowels   of  my   God  [75 

Rife,  my    Soul,  and  ftretch  thy  Wings  222 

Rife,    Zion,  mine,  thy    Light  is    come,  223 

Sinners,    the  Voice   of  God  regard  23a 

So  let  our  Lips  and  Lives  exprefs  234 

Ye  dying  Sons  of  Men  309 

Ye  humble  Souls   approach  your   God  309 

Ye   little  Flock,   whom  Jefus  feeds  3I2 

Ye   Sons   of  Earth   prepare  the  Plow  21* 

Ye  Virgin  Souls  arife  oXy 

26.     Faith    and  Obedience. 

Conftrain'd  by  their  Lord  to  embark  $T 

Elijah's  Example  declaies  ()2 

Blow   meanly   dwells  th'immortal  Mind  06 

If  Paul  in    Ceafars    Court  muit  itand  106 

Kind  are  the  Words  that  Jefus    fpeaks  j  ~8 

Lord,     I  believe  a   Reft  remains  j^L 

My   God    I  am  thine  T  ^ 

When   compafs'd  with   Clouds  of  Diftrefs  288 
When    Darknefs  long  has   vaiPd  my   Mind      2^0 

When  I   can  read  my    Title  clear  202 

Yes,  there  are  Joys  that  cannot  die  318 

2  7*     Judgment    Hymns. 

Day  of  Judgment,  Day  of  Wonders  r* 

He  comes     he  comes  !  the  Saviour  dear  88 

Lo  !  he  cometh,  countlefs  Trumpets  I42 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  Clouds  defending  158 

..ee  where  the  great  incarnate  God  22y 
Y  2                                   That 


xx  THE    SECOND 

Page 

That  awful  Day  will  furely  come  241 

The  Lord,   the  Judge,    before  his  Throne  250 

When  Chrift  fhall  rend  from   End  to   End  286 

28.  7  he   Frailty  of  our  Life, 

How  vain  are  all   Things  here  below  103 

Kind  Souls  reflect,  awhile  with  me  134 

Let  others  boaft   how  ftrong  they  be  1 3S 

Lord,  what   a  feeble   Piece  154 

Oft  I  have  fat  in  Secret  Sighs  183 

Our  God,   our  Help  in  Ages  paft  197 

Remember,  Lord,    our  Mortal  State  220 

Shall  the  vile  Race  of  Flefh  and  Blood  232 

Teach  me  the  Meafure  of  my  Days  240 

Thee   we  adore,    Eternal  Name  256 

Ye  Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Race  316 

29.  Funeral  Hymns. 

Ah  !  lovely  Appearance  of  Death  2 

Hark  from  the  Tombs  a  doleful  Sound  S  ; 
Hear  what  the  Voice   from  Heav'n  proclaims    83 

When  blooming   Youth  is  fnatch'd  away  286 

Why  do  we  mourn   departing  Friends  30^ 

Why  flow  thefe  Torrents  of  Diftrefs  306 

Ye  mourning  Saints,  whole  llreaming  Tears  313 

3c,     On  Death  and  the  Refurreflion. 

And  miift  this   Body    die  9 

Blefled  are  they  (the  Scriptures  fay)  2T 

Death  !  'Tis  a  melancholy  Day  57 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  Sentence  juft  S3 

How  long  fhall  Death  the  Tyrant  reign  95 

My    Soul  come  meditate  the  Day  168 

Naked,   as   from  the  Earth  we  came  171 

There  |s  a   Houfe  not  made  with  Hands  2*7 

Vain    Man  thy  fond   Purfuits  forbear  2  74 

Yc  Sons  of  Pride  that  hate   the  Jftft  317 

21.     Before 


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Chap,      Vers     Page       Chap.     Vers      Paga 


12,  32. 

312              12.  9, 

132 

M>  22. 

309               12,  7,  9,  ic. 

137 

I£,  II. 

20' 1  Thef.  4,  13. 

306 

18,  10. 

16              5,17. 

215 

2;,  39-  43. 

47  2  Tim.  1,  12. 

109 

John  1,  1—3. 

63               4>  6,  7. 

56 

5,  1. 

22  Titus    3,  3,  7. 

156 

12,32. 

3 19  Heb.    7, 

121 

13,  1. 

298               9. 

i2r 

14,  6. 

I02  James.  1,  29. 

219 

19>  3°- 

247  1  Pet.  2,  6. 

20 

A<5ts  2,  1. 

84               3,  20,  21. 

243 

8,  39. 

246  Rev.  5,  6,  12. 

17 

Rom.  7,  8,  9.- 14. 

148               7,  i3> 

258 

I  Cor.  1,  30. 

23               7,  14- 

278 

2,  9,  10. 

171               i4>  l3< 

88 

13,  2,  7,  12. 

139                     *5>    3. 

101 

15,  55* 

I95                    21,  I. 

143 

2  Cor.  4,  6. 

214              21,  5,  8. 

229 

5,L 

257                   22,  l6. 

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Page 

Stay,    thou  infulted  Spirit  ftay  236 
Strange  that  Co    much  of  Heav'n  and  Hell      2^'i 

What   Contradictions  meet  276 

39.  Rejig  nation   to  Providence. 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  Soul  54 

O    tell    me  no  more  205 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Hand  211 

That  Man  no  Guard  nor   Weapon  needs  242 

Tho'    Troubles  aflail  263 

40.  To  the  Trifiity. 

Glory,  Glory,   Glory,  Glory  75 

Lord  Chrift  reveal  thy   holy   Face  144 

My  Soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  369 


AT A  BL  E  of  the  Scriptures,  that  are 
turned  into   Verfe. 
Chap.     Vers      Page        Chap.     Vers       P; 


Gen.  24,   56. 

2S4  Prov. 

8,  1,  22,  32. 

2-,3 

25,   31, 

213 

30,  7,  8,  9. 

265 

45,    1,  15- 

295 

Ifaiah 

26,  1-6. 

94 

1  Sam.  1,  10- 

92 

26,  8—20. 

108 

I  Kings  10,  1. 

71 

38,9- 

300 

17-    1. 

62 

40,  2  7-- 30. 

301 

2Kingsi9,  23. 

260 

45,  22-24. 

117 

Either  14,  16. 

311 

53,i»5--io. 

302 

Job      4,  17,  21. 

232 

56,  7. 

233 

9,  1?  9- 

100 

55,  4"5. 

3i5 

i9>  25,27. 

g? 

57,  I5~<6. 

266 

23.  1,  9. 

204 

63,  1.  2.  3. 

279 

Pfalm  1. 

23 

63,  4.  7. 

108 

15- 

305 

Nahum  1,  7. 

3°9 

l9> 

77 

Zech. 

4,-10. 

2/f8 

24> 

259 

13,  f. 

244 

39* 

240 

Matt. 

0 

5* 

294 

4*> 

23 

5,  1-9. 

24 

46,  10. 

2TI 

7,  13- 

32 

5i, 

145 

13.  17. 

92 

66,  16. 

313 

14,22. 

5i 

73,  15,  17. 

155 

15,  5-9- 

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84 

151 

2i,9- 

91 

89,  47,  49- 

220 

25,  6. 

3i7 

90, 

197 

28,  5,  6. 

310 

91* 

316 

28,  19,  20. 

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100, 

16 

Luke 

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18 

102, 

141 

1,46. 

169 

117, 

71 

1,  68. 

173 

121, 

2  73 

2,  6,  4. 

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291 

6,  20. 

157 

130? 

191 

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